#I got to play with a new coloring style here though

[toji-girl]

wrapped around | villain! t. amajiki

synopsis: All you wanted to do was move on from Tamaki who took a turn from hero to villain, but why can’t you stop thinking about his indigo eyes even though he’s on the other side now?

wc: 4.6k

tags: dark content (read cw) + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + he's ooc + repost from my blog + my writing style was different years ago + tentacle play+ Quirk play + bunny! reader + gagging + wound care + makeup sex + biting + rough sex + pet names + vaginal stretching + fluff in all this porn + multiple tentacles in one hole + dubcon + yandere! Tamaki + overuse of Bunny pet name + spitting + oral f! and m!+ fingering+ hentai references + porn + fem! masturbation + aphrodisiac (?) + cum play + possessive! Tamaki + nipple play + mentions of ovulating+ unprotected sex + breeding + mating press + finger sucking + dumbification + womb flooding + creampie+ tummy bulge from cum inflation.

AN: so I wrote this maybe close to four years ago, not sure how I came up with the idea to write something like this honestly, he is very OOC though! but I wanted something new with Amajiki, also please forgive my old formatting lmaoo.

Rain pattered on the roof trickling down the windows coupled with the bolt of lightning flashing in your bedroom drowning out the soft noise of the TV but it wouldn’t matter anyway with your phone propped up in your hand, moans streaming from the device.

Instantly your stomach curled thinking of the thought of the indigo-colored-haired man with eyes to match. 

The orgasm that you’ve been chasing for the last forty-five minutes finally ended with you kicking the blankets off, throwing the toy and phone down on your bed as you sat up, looking around for your shorts, flinging pillows, and everything to the floor.

It’s been weeks since you’ve thought of him and now you were wondering why you had to think about him in a time like this. You scratched the base of your soft floppy ears as you looked around and sighed seeing the pillow that Tamaki had you hump for hours overstimulating you until you were sobbing and clinging to him to stop.

Part of you missed him but not the way he acted in a relationship. It was a mystery how you stayed with him for so long.

Another sigh left your lips while swinging your legs over the bed placing them on the bare floorboard, another crack of thunder shook the house flickering the lights as you adjusted the oversized sleeping shirt you wore pulling it over your shoulder, another sound startled you.

Someone knocking hard and rapid on your door, your ears perked up when you heard him.

Calling your name like a mournful song, Tamaki’s voice wavered as he leaned against the door knocking again, “Please, bunny, let me in.”

Your heart restricted in your chest hearing your nickname. It was something that he only ever called you even though you hated your stupid Quirk. Everyone got cool ones or even none at all but nothing at all has to be better than being a bunny.

His voice came in again begging, “I-I’m hurt.”

Chewing on your bottom lip you walked to the front door barely opening it. Wind and rain hit you like needles. Tamaki sat leaning against the doorframe now holding his side. Indigo eyes met yours.

“Tamaki?”

You crouched down and moved a piece of wet hair from his face to scared to get closer to him, “Bunny.” Tamaki wrapped his fingers around your wrist pulling you closer, “I need help.”

You aren’t stupid. As soon as he asked for help you knew what happened, it was either some bar fight or he got into a scrap with a Hero which you happen to be ironically enough.

Your brows pulled together as you moved his hand from his ribs seeing a medium size cut, blood pumping from the torn flesh only darkening the fabric of Tamaki’s shirt. “What do you need help with?”

“What do you think?” He hissed covering the wound again.

“If you want to be like that Tamaki you can go fuck off. Why did you come here out of all the places? Let me guess you and Dabi got drunk and tried to fight someone.”

Tamaki winced and smirked as another clap of thunder startled you, “Still scared of storms, huh? Let me in and I’ll protect you.”

You raised an eyebrow and played with your ears catching his attention. He knows you too well, his eyes burned the side of your head. You felt way too vulnerable in front of him like this, your shirt stretched over your knees but Tamaki already got a glance at your bare cunt.

“Hello? Bunny. Let me in.”

You turned back to glare at him feeling your heart sink in your stomach seeing the pain in his eyes. His hair wet and matted covered most of his face along with his hood but you saw the flash, “Oh, damn you, Tamaki. Tell me what happened then I’ll let you in but I swear if you try anything I’ll hurt you.”

He rolled his eyes and laughed followed by a wet cough, sighing you kicked the door open and grabbed Tamaki by his elbow pulling him to his feet, “Shit,” he cursed, swaying on his feet. With your arm wrapped around his waist, you guided him to the bathroom with his hand gripping your shirt leaving bloody handprints.

“Sorry.” He looked down at your shirt pulling the sticky fabric from your torso, “Don’t worry about it.” You said not looking up to meet his heated gaze. It’s only been four months since he’s last seen your face and that was when you two were screaming at each other about how the relationship wasn’t going to work.

How could it?

A villain and a hero?

Tamaki took his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, and leaned back against the sink holding his arm up, “What the hell happened? The skin is all jagged.” You muttered looking at the wound while washing your hands.

“Dabi was sleeping with this dude’s girlfriend and they got into it. Of course, I’m going to help my friend out.”

You looked at him pulling gloves on before grabbing your first aid kit, “Have you been sleeping with anyone’s girlfriend?” You didn’t mean for your question to come across so cold but you barely trusted him in the relationship and knowing he’s been running around for months single you didn’t have any reason to believe him.

Tamaki sighed and shut his eyes hissing when you applied a bandage to the wound, “Careful bunny,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes opening to slits, “can I still call you bunny?”

You rolled your eyes despite feeling the ache between your legs or the way you were sure that at any given moment your heart was going to explode when you met his gaze, the feelings he still has glittered behind the mischievous grin that spread across his lips.

“What?”

“I’m waiting on my answer.”

You sighed,and focused on the gauze, “I do have a name that I know you know.” Came your answer, short and simple that’s all that was needed because you could feel the sexual tension building faster and faster brick by brick sitting on your chest suffocating you.

“Yeah, that’s true but I like bunny,” he replied gently flicking your left ear making you glare at him, Tamaki chuckled and winced when you pressed in. “Do try to remember that I’m treating your wound, now you answer my question.”

“What?”

“What caused this? And was this really all over Dabi and some hookup?”

You stepped closer pressing your stomach against his hips looking at the jagged flesh, your tail twitched when you felt Tamaki caress your stomach, “It was, I never lied to you no matter what you think. I might be a villain babe but I would never hurt you, I would burn the world down for you. I would do anything you want me to. You’re still my queen.”

Tentacles wrapped around your throat stilling your movements.

Tamaki leaned in ghosting his lips against yours releasing your throat, “I was serious when I said I wanted to run away and get you knocked up.”

You couldn’t help the ugly laugh that bubbled from your open mouth irritating Tamaki who leaned back and watched as you looked back at him, a serious look taking over your face.

“Runaway and get me knocked up? I’m sorry but I told you that I don’t want to live a villainous lifestyle let alone with a baby? Do you even know how to take care of a baby?”

“I took care of you, didn’t I?”

You leaned down and grabbed the alcohol squirting it on the gash, “Fucking hell you-”

“I suggest you watch how you talk to me Tamaki, you came here and interrupted my plans to help your ass now don’t be so rude.”

He kept quiet and still watched as you sewed his wound shut. You revealed the wincing in pain and hissing Tamaki let out when you tugged just a little too hard, “You’re being rough.”

“And I thought you liked that?” You asked placing the bandage over your work and glanced back up at him taking your gloves off. “Now I have to take a shower, you can let yourself out.”

Another tentacle wound itself around your wrist protruding from Tamaki’s hand, “Can I join?”

It’s not a good idea, the moment he asked you cocked your head to the side tugging your shirt down, “No, and you know why.”

He frowned and leaned back against the sink, “Can I at least take a shower after you at least?”

His voice didn’t come across confident anymore instead it wavered watching you play with the hem of your shirt again, fingers twisting in the fabric. Your ears twitched and flopped over as you avoided Tamaki’s gaze. If you looked at him it would be all over.

“You can’t take one with your bandage, let me clean you up.”

It wasn’t like he hasn’t seen you naked before but when you slid your shirt off tossing it in the hamper Tamaki cleared his throat feeling his cock throb, “Keep staring and I’ll poke your eyes out.” You growled making him laugh.

“You’re so cute when you get angry.” It was out of habit when he reached out fingers coming in contact with your ears scratching the base softly, he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and body go lax.

It was always a different sensation when someone else rubbed your ears or stroked your tail with the occasional squeeze that left you dripping.

You hated yourself when a small whimper left your lips bringing you back to reality as you grabbed the shirt hanging from the back of the door pulling it on, “Don’t touch me again. I’m serious.”

“Got it,” he said raising his hands up slowly before taking his shirt and pants off balling them up, “can I wash my clothes then?”

“You’re being awfully needy, when your clothes are dry I want you out. You’re lucky I’m letting you stay this long.”

Tamaki nodded his head and pushed his hair and hood out of his face, a new scar coming into view. Jagged pink flesh beginning to heal and spreads from the end of his eyebrow to his jaw, somehow adding to the beauty that is the man who brings so much chaos to your life.

“What happened?” You asked, walking out of the bathroom with Tamaki behind you.

“My scar? Dabi and I got into a fight with a couple of your Hero friends. The bunny woman and that stupid bird.”

“Rumi and Keigo? I’m going to assume it was Hawks who gave you it.”

His laugh was his response as he broke off and entered the kitchen sitting on the barstool looking around brain flooding with so many memories, you and him dancing music playing in the background dinner on the stove, or the times he held your legs open fucking you hard like it was his last time over the counter.

You padded back in the kitchen grabbing your plate from the microwave handing it to him not ignoring his looks until you snapped, “God damn it Tamaki did you come here in hopes that we would get back? I told you that it can’t happen. We can never work out, we want so many different things.”

Indigo eyes looked at you hard and unforgiving before dissolving into despair and something pitiful, “No, I told you why. Your house was close and after Dabi left I had to find somewhere and I really can’t go to the hospital after what we did last week.”

“Yeah, you’re wanted for grand theft and so many more things I couldn’t even list them.”

Tamaki shrugged his shoulders and picked at the food, the image of him hunched over barely eating not acting himself tugged at your heartstrings. More than anything you wanted to wrap your arms around him letting him know that you still love him.

You still love him.

A fact you did not want to surface as he sat half-naked and dripping wet on your barstool.

It didn’t help the fact that you also wore a top that covered the tops of your thighs.

“If you really want me to stop doing all of this,” Tamaki gestured to the new wound and old battle scars, “I would do it, I’d do anything to be with you again bunny. You don’t have to believe me but I love you, and I will forever. I might be a bad guy but I want to be a good guy for you.”

His sudden confession was enough to make your head snap up to look at him feeling the pit in your stomach widen. Your heart raced in your chest making you dizzy. It was all you and Tamaki fought about the last couple of months of the relationship, the thing that finally drove a wedge between you two.

“You can’t come back and say all of that when I begged you to stop, every night I was worried you weren’t going to come home and I stayed up waiting for you to get back drunk and mean.”

You felt proud for standing up for yourself, it was something that finally needed to happen.

“I know and I can apologize for that or try to make up for it now, I screwed up my first chance and I promise I won’t do it again.”

Your bottom lip quivered listening to his words but his actions are what you needed to see.

“Don’t cry bunny,” Tamaki slid off the barstool before walking over to you wrapping you in his arms, the sudden contact broke the dam you’ve been holding in. After months of not being held or human contact, you melted against him clinging like you were scared if he let you go then you’d disappear.

He felt warm.

And familiar.

“Shh, I’m here now, I’ve missed you.”

His words were the last nail in the coffin. With your arms wrapped around his waist, you buried your head in his neck tasting the salty tears that streaked his bare skin, “I’ve missed you too Tamaki. Damn it, I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up.”

When you pulled your head up to look at him Tamaki smiled and kissed your lips softly at first barely pressing together then his hands are cupping your cheeks deepening the touch between you and him, he wanted to be greedy and grope your flesh, hungry and needy. His tongue tasting every inch of you until you were crying for him to stop.

He wants to make up for all these missed months but it was happening too fast, your hands worked on his belt trying to pull his pants down, “Hey, wait a minute. Shouldn’t we talk first?” Tamaki asked, hooking his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Do you want this as much as I do?” Your voice came out strained and foreign, “Tamaki. Don’t make me beg, please. Only you know how to help me cum and that’s what I want, I want to cum.”

Each word only constricted his heart and dick, it wasn’t fair for him to finally have his dream but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“I’m trying to keep my hands off of you but you keep begging for me to touch you and I don’t want to be an asshole bunny, tell me what you want me to do to you.” Tamaki demanded, his voice and personality shifting to the Tamaki you love the most, the one who roughs you up, gives you everything you need without even having to ask. Your body was a map that he knew front to back, your sighs were different calls for things that you liked.

No one else knows you the way he does.

“I like it when you’re an asshole,” You whispered, grabbing his hand and putting it between your legs, rough calloused skin brushed against your clit.

“Do you?” Tamaki asked, grabbing the back of your neck with his free hand, “But I know what you really want.”

You felt his hands turn into tentacles sucking at your flesh, the sensation barely there but you could still feel it when one suction-cupped to your clit drawing the swollen bud in as another tentacle probed your pussy spreading your slick lips apart.

“Oh my bunny, you are so wet.” Tamaki groaned using the rest of his appendages to lift your shirt up, tentacles wrapped around your breasts squeezing and massaging, “Tamaki.” You begged, what for? You weren’t sure.

“I know, I’ll take good care of my sweet girl, have you been neglected? I know you were using one of your vibrators, let me guess were you watching hentai?”

Your eyes glassed over in embarrassment even though you and he watched countless videos of all sorts trying to bend your bodies in almost impossible ways and after bruised shins and foreheads Tamaki suggested using his tentacles which soon became an almost everyday thing.

A tiny mouth wrapped around your nipple latching on the bud drawing each pulse from your core like an echo. The tentacle that was working on your pussy finally pushed its way inside, one at first stretching you out as it flattened against your cervix, you felt incredibly full.

You groaned and rolled your head back gripping Tamaki’s arms moaning looking at him, the need for him so obvious that he took a step back wiping his forehead returning his limbs to normal, you gasped and fell forward a little catching yourself.

“Why did you stop?” You asked panting.

“Because if I keep going I won’t be able to stop myself until you’re nothing but a mess of cum, drool, and tears. I haven’t been with anyone since you bunny.”

Another confession that stunned you momentarily before you ripped your shirt off closing the gap between you and Tamaki, “Are you worried that if we do this then I’ll kick you out afterward? You would have to take care of me if you have your way with me.” You smiled and dipped your hand in his pants stroking his cock finally, he sighed softly and kissed you pressing his tongue in stroking and tasting.

It wasn’t enough, both of you wanted more, greedy and hungry for each other. Tamaki snarled when you sank to your knees yanking his boxers down to his knees letting the fabric pool. You kept your hand around the base of his dick before your mouth was sucking him in, your throat nice warm and wet.

Fireworks burst inside your stomach when he moaned your name, your toes curled as you took him in deeper using your saliva making it easier to take his length, “I forgot how cute you look with my cock in your mouth.” Tamaki grunted snapping his hips ramming his dick further down your throat.

Tears stung your eyes as you held onto his thighs and let him hold the top of your head using your mouth for his own pleasure, the wet slaps of his balls hitting your chin echoed through the kitchen. He hissed above you grabbing a chunk of your hair pulling you off with a wet pop.

“Stand up.” Tamaki helped you to your feet quickly, “Tamaki!” You squealed, surprised, “Remember your wound?” A laugh fell from you, shocking both you and Tamaki who watched you lovingly, “Don’t lose that laugh, it’s the best sound in the world, and don’t worry about my wound sweetheart, I won’t strain myself.”

With your arm around his waist you walked with him to the couch laying on your back spreading your legs, Tamaki kneeled between them, you watched again with hazy eyes as his fingers turned into tentacles that wrapped around your thighs spreading your lips apart, both you and Tamaki could hear how wet you were.

Thankfully it was dark in the living room aside from the random flashes of lighting when you saw the look in his eyes.

Tamaki was starving and the only meal that could feed the insatiable feeling sitting in his stomach was you.

“When was the last time you came?” He asked abruptly, still eying your drooling pussy watching it pool around your ass, the tight hole he’s thought about exploring but that would have to be saved for another time.

“It’s been a while, I haven’t had sex with anyone and nothing has been able to make me cum.”

Your voice came out breathy and whiny as you shifted your hips feeling the suction back on your clit.

“Oh, fuck,” You curled your fingers around the couch dropping your head back keeping your back arched trying to shut your legs but two thick strong tentacles kept them apart, “Don’t be so shy now, I’ve seen this pussy bouncing on my cock so many times I’ve lost count.”

Your flesh burned like a wildfire watching as he pulled the tentacle off your clit to drag it up your slit gathering the wetness, he pulled it back looking at how your slick dripped, “I haven’t seen you this wet in such a long time bunny, I’m sorry you haven’t been taking care of, I know just the spots,” he broke off thrusting a tentacle in your cunt suction cupping to your walls keeping still.

Your eyes went wide with your mouth going slack feeling the fat root slowly crawl deeper spreading your walls to an almost impossible width, “Tamaki- wait s’big,” you whined trying to scramble away from the pressure between your legs, “Just for a second bunny, I want to make sure I can get you pregnant.”

His words didn’t register in your blissed-out brain when he began to move the tentacle slowly in and out, he leaned down and spit on your stretched cunt. Tamaki’s eyes sparkled hearing the lewd sounds coming from something so delicate, the way you took him was impressive.

Your eyes focused enough to see him pull back putting his hands on your breasts, flesh against flesh. Thumbs rough brushing over your nipples pulling them into aching peaks, Tamaki bent down wrapping his lips around the bud circling it with his warm tongue.

“Oh, more, more,” You babbled feeling the tentacle go deeper rubbing against your cervix feeling it soften with the secretions that pumped through your now opened cunt which leaked cum from the orgasm that took you by surprise, cum frothed around the base of the tentacle as your body jerked.

“You’re ovulating aren’t you?” Tamaki asked, pulling away from your breast. You opened your eyes blinking a few times before nodding your head slowly, his words bounced in your brain a few times before you sat up, “Are you sure?” You asked wrapping your arm around his shoulder pulling him down pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “If you really want a baby then breed me please, I want you to pump me full.”

That’s all he needed to hear before pulling the tentacle from between your legs, you gasped loudly going from feeling so full to empty in such a short amount of time, “Give me a warning-” You were cut off when Tamaki flicked his tongue against your battered pussy, your clit throbbed in his mouth as the wet muscle turned into a tentacle sliding back in your cunt probing at your cervix again.

You whined, throwing your head back curling your fingers in Tamaki’s hair, feeling the large muscle thinned at the tip pressing you open, “Tamaki!” Your voice came out hoarse so did the protests when you felt the tentacle pierce your cervix making way to your womb, the pressure in your stomach snapped sending your body into a frenzy of tingles and a hot flash, “What are you doing?” You gasped grabbing Tamaki’s hair pulling him up, “Hey,” He snapped rubbing his scalp, “calm down, first of all, my tentacles secretes this substance, let’s think of it as an aphrodisiac so that’s why when you had your first orgasm it took you by surprise and when I fuck you I can fill your womb with my seed breeding you like the dumb little cock slut that you are.”

His words were dirty and filthy but his tone came out sweet and promising.

You reached for his cock wrapping your fingers around the shaft jerking him off, “I need you now, please.” You begged him, “Wait a minute, bunny, okay? Don’t you want to make this last?” He asked, chuckling watching your pussy twitch and drool again.

“No!” You rolled your eyes.

“You asked for this, I’m going to give you what you want and you’re going to take it, do you understand me?” He asked, holding your jaw thumbing your bottom lip blindly trying to thrust in you hips snapping wildly against yours battering before he finally slid in bottoming out.

His cock slipped past your cervix easily fucking into you deep and hard feeling just how soft and wet you really are past the normal barrier of your cunt.

Tamaki growled pinning your hips down as he thrust in and out with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his arms now hooked under your armpits pressing your breasts against his chest rubbing your nipples over his rough flesh.

Your poor cunt pulsated around Tamaki’s cock hot and velvety squeezing him, he didn’t want to cum just yet but it was getting to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore so he pulled out despite both of your protests, “I can’t cum just yet.” He said thumbing your pussy apart watching your cum trickle down, he scooped it up and sucked on his fingers groaning.

Tamaki sat between your open legs pressing sweet slow kisses to your inner thighs suckling on the slick flesh from your orgasm, “I don’t want to wait anymore, I don’t care when you cum just fuck me now.”

He laughed again turning his fingers into tentacles once more shoving two of them in your gaping hole at once thinning the muscles straining against the sudden intrusion, “Fuck!” You cried feeling tears stinging your eyes as they streamed down your cheeks.

“I got to get you ready some more, just relax bunny.” He soothed, kissing away your tears shoving them deeper, spreading you open more pumping another round of aphrodisiacs in your dripping cunt, your body went into a paralyzed-like state, liquid ecstasy flowed through your veins drawing your orgasm higher and higher.

Tamaki yanked the tentacles out of you before plunging his cock in feeling you clamp around him sending you into an orgasm that curled your toes and fingers making you cry out loudly, drool dripping down your chin pooling around your neck as your pussy twitched sending Tamaki into his own orgasm losing control of his hips ramming against you chasing his climax.

Your name came out in guttural groan when he filled your womb hot and sticky with his seed over and over until your stomach swelled with his cum leaking out from your pussy.

Tamaki kept fucking you sending both of you into overstimulation, your cum creamy around his dick as you came over and over again pushing Tamaki into his last orgasm, snarling like a wild animal pinning you down ramming his cum in your womb watching your tummy bulge.

He pulled out hearing the wet squelch of your cum soaked pussy. “Are you okay bunny?” Tamaki asked, laying down, pulling you in his arms.

You were fully fucked out, “I’m fine,” You replied snuggling against his chest feeling your eyes droop shut.

Tamaki wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his chest and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Now you’ll be mine forever.” He whispered.

#tw: dark content #tw: degradation #tw: dumbification #cw: breeding #cw: dubcon #Tamaki Amajiki smut #Amajiki smut #villain Tamaki Amajiki smut #my hero academia smut #mha smut #Amajiki x reader smut #bhna smut #mha x reader #Tamaki x reader smut #tamaki amajiki x reader #Amajiki Tamaki smut

[vendetta-ari]

Hi I was wondering if you could write a Velvette x fem reader one shot or head canon first meet (like I can’t fine any fanfic of her)

(Srry but if my writing is bad English is not my first language lol)

Hope you’re having a nice day/evening/night.

I decided to do velvette headcanons because it's a lot quicker to do lol, hope that's alright, enjoy!! :3

VELVETTE SFW + NSFW HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: [nsfw headcanons after the break]

SFW HEADCANONS

~ you two first met via a meeting with carmilla, both of you being uninterested, you got along and she showed you around her section of voxtek. she soon fell head over heels for your beauty and you started dating in less than a week. no slow burn here folks!

~ She definitely always posts you on social media, everyone has to know you two are dating. 

~ Always is asking you to be one of her models, she thinks you're prettier than any of her other models, and I mean, let's be honest. you are <3

~ Loves going shopping with you, she keeps your wallet empty and your happiness full.

~ likes dressing you up, will always want you in her clothes.

~ Calls you doll, dear, baby/babe, and pretty girl.

~She loves receiving flowers. you gave her some rose's once and she squealed so loud she almost shattered a mirror 

~ she will give you flowers every month, tries to make them different every time

~ let's you style and play with your hair and vice versa, she likes trying new hairstyles on you. like previously stated your her doll she likes dressing you up and doing your hair and makeup.

~ she lets you paint her nails any color, even if she hates the color.  she does anything for her preettyyy girlll <3

~ you are not allowed to leave her side in public, when you're with the vee's she keeps you 10 feet away from Valentino the whole time.

~ speaking of the vee's, you always hang out with them and they are like family to you, your best friends. 

~ when she's done with work she sits on your lap and complains all day, then you go out on a date and cuddle.

~her love language is words of affirmation, she's always complimenting you 

NSFW HEADCANONS 

I feel like velvette is a switch, but usually more dominant.  on more tiring days she lets you take control though.

She is an absolute brat tamer, dont give her attitude or she'll fuck it out of you.

her kinks would probably consist of praise, degrading, painplay, dacryphilia, public sex, and handcuffs/rope

all of these kinks go both ways, although she prefers doing them to you. 

Aftercare with her usually consists of her running a shower for you both to clean up and then watching romance movies :)

hope you enjoyed anon!! I love velvette sm shes so girl boss

-xoxo Ari

#hazbin hotel velvette #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel #ns4w #headcanon #the vees

[clementine-writes-things]

Obsession Confession - E.N

Summary: Being a part of Oswald's mayoral campaign (and being his friend), you ended up crossing paths with Edward Nygma. Your crush on him increases every day that goes by. Turns out the feeling is reciprocated.

Content Warning: SLOWBURN Smut, sexual tension, explicit language, Dom!Edward, Slightly Egotistical!Edward, Slightly Mean!Edward, Sub!Reader, praise kink, Obsessed!Reader, slight humiliation kink, power play, oral (male recieving and female recieving), slightly toxic!Edward, pronouns for y/n are she/her, female!reader, Obsessed!Edward.

Requested by: @i-smoke-chapstick

Guys I put my whole BUSSY into this thing and experimented with a new writing style with color and italics and bold. Let me know your opinions on it and feel free to send requests. I listened to one specific genre of music the whole time I wrote this but here are a few songs that I replayed a lot that I felt matched the situation.

LET ME SEE YA MOVE! - Lumi Athena

Freak Show - Punkinloveee

Megalomaniac - KMFDM

(Please for the love of God let him be real. Why can't he be real?)

READ BELOW CUT

Politics were never y/n's forte, not by a long shot. Hell, even when a presidential election came around, she had a hard time keeping up with who to vote for. All the big fancy words and terms, the arguments, it was all very confusing. Now, don't go and think that she is a common bimbo, because that is far from the truth. Y/n is a very bright girl, extremely bright. A very caring soul with a passion for altruism and kindness. But, that was also her biggest weakness. Her generosity and kindness for others was what led to her being taken advantage of. Manipulated. Screwed over. She was a doormat basically. This kindness is what led her to agreeing to helping out a friend. Unusual really, such a kind and gentle soul being friends with Gotham's former 'King'. Yes, Oswald Cobblepot had asked her help with running for mayor. And, as in common y/n fashion, she said yes. Her job was mainly helping Oswald write out speeches for his campaign. Oswald knew she had a sweet personality and decided to use that for his personal gain, though he had no malicious intent, he simply needed help from a friend.

"Hey Oz, I've been working on your speech for the Narrows. I've got a 'rough draft' of it if you'd like to take a look." Y/n suggested, walking into his office.

As she lifted her head up from the papers she held in her hand, she noticed two people in front of her. One, of course was her good friend Oswald Cobblepot. The other was a man she had known for a while now.

Edward Nygma.

He used to work at the GCPD in the forensics division. Excellent at his job from what she had heard. However, that all went downhill upon the accidental murder of his girlfriend Kirsten Kringle. Because of this he was sent to Arkham, until he was eventually released. Oswald, being close friends with him, had asked him to work for him for his mayoral campaign to which he said yes. Y/n had been working with him for the past couple weeks. It was damn near impossible to avoid him. Not that she wanted to.

"Thank you, y/n. I would love to look it over." Oswald said.

Edward, who was leaning over Oswald's shoulder stepped back. Y/n walked towards Oz, handing him the stapled papers. He smiled and took the packet before looking it over. Every few sentences he read he would nod his head. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he read the whole packet.

"I like it. I like it a lot. I don't feel like there is much to change about it, just finalize it. I knew I made the right decision picking you for the job." He handed the packet back to her.

Y/n smiled, stealing a quick glance at Edward who was straightening out his tie. His hair, although gelled back, had a few strands hanging in his face. His deep brown eyes shone behind his glasses that lay atop his sharp nose. She turned her focus back to Oswald.

"Of course, Ozzie. Is there anything else you need from me?" She asked.

Oswald shook his head, smiling.

"No, thank you though. However, I do have business to attend to later on. I'll have Ed review your finalization of the speech. Just hand it to him when you're done." He motioned to Ed.

Butterflies fluttered in y/n's stomach. The thought of being alone in the building with Edward caused her heart to race. She looked towards him, his eyes meeting her own. A small smirk tugged at his lips which further fueled the fire in her belly. Before her cheeks turned red she looked back at Oswald and nodded.

"No problem. Safe travels Oz. I'll see you later ok?"

With that, y/n walked out of the office and upstairs. Graciously, Oswald gave her her own space to work in the manor, which also suited as a bedroom. She was very grateful for that. Having her own space was important to her. She liked the privacy. Opening the door, she walked in and closed it behind her with both hands. Letting out a deep breath, she held her hand, which held the packet, to her heart. She could feel it racing, almost 100 mph it felt like.

"Ok, just calm down. Relax." She told herself.

Walking over to her desk she placed the packet down. Her breathing would not slow down and it felt like her heart would explode right out of her chest. Panting, she sat down. The setting sun outside casted a golden hue across her cheek, warming it up.

"Just get to work on the packet. Don't think about him, it'll just distract you."

Sighing, she did just that. Placing a fresh piece of paper in the typewriter, she got to work. Her delicate fingers, covered perfectly in a pastel purple nail polish, pressed against the keys. Each click meant that she was closer to finishing. But, that also meant that she was getting closer to having to meet with Edward. She was nervous. Nervous and excited. Being alone with him. It's all she ever wanted. But, for now she needed to focus on the paper. She wanted to do a good job for Oswald.

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After about an hour and a half, y/n had finally finished writing the speech. She decided to add a couple more things in, a little bit of flare. She figured it would match Oswald's personality very well. She knew how much he wanted to be mayor, but he did not have a way with words. Hence her job helping him. Picking up the papers, she stapled them together into a packet once again. Once she did that, she walked over to the body-length mirror that hung on the wall. She looked over herself, making sure she looked good. She wore a nice short sleeved soft purple button up blouse with small lace frills on the end of the sleeves, a brown pleated skirt and a pair of black flats. She looked good.

"Ok, you can do this. Just, try not to think about him too much. All you need to do is give him the papers to look over."

After a quick pep talk she left her room closing the door behind her. The small heels of her flats clicked across the hardwood floor as she looked around for Edward's office. It was a big manor and she tended to get lost easily. She continued to walk the halls until she saw a green light emit from underneath a door. That's definitely his room alright. She straightened out her skirt and made sure her blouse wasn't revealing too much. Within a few seconds, the door opened and revealed Edward Nygma, propping himself against the doorframe.

"Yes, Ms. L/n?" He asked.

"Um, I-I have the p-papers for you Mr. Nygma." She stuttered.

Edward smirked at how she addressed him, his eyes glimmering in the dimly lit room.

"Good. Come in."

They both entered the room and Edward went to his desk, sitting in the chair behind it. Y/n stood still, not knowing what to do. Her heart was racing and she could already feel her palms getting sweaty. She looked awkward standing there.

"Sit." He ordered firmly.

Y/n felt a blush creep along her cheeks. She knew she shouldn't be getting so hot and bothered over him telling her to sit. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she sat down in the chair in front of his desk. She crossed her legs and handed him the papers.

"I hope everything is perfect." She said.

Edward hummed in response, looking up at her through his glasses. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at the packet. He scanned over the words, flipping the pages when he finished one. Y/n's breath hitched as she watched his fingers delicately flip the pages. Despite his hands being rough and calloused, he handled things very delicately. He hummed to himself, a record playing quietly in the background. It was simple jazz music. It made the tension in the room even higher.

"So far so good. Excellent grammar and punctuation Ms. L/n. I hate when people are ignorant to simple things." He grumbled.

Y/n beamed at his compliment. If she wasn't blushing yet she certainly was now. Her hand gripped at the arm rest of the chair as she nibbled on her lip. Edward looked up and noticed. His eyes had a playful glint to them.

"Nervous?" He asked, placing the packet down on the desk as he finished reading.

Her eyes widened and she straightened her posture. Clearing her throat she tried to look relaxed. Her eyes darted to the floor immediately.

"N-No, not at all Mr. Nygma."

He chuckled.

"Well, that's all I needed. You're free to go now."

Y/n frowned.

"A-Are you sure, Mr. Nygma? Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, desperation apparent in her voice.

He rapped his finger across his desk.

"Do I look like I need help with anything?" He questioned.

"N-No sir."

He grinned.

"But, I would l-love to spend time with you." She added.

He raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, as in I would love to spend time with you to work on the campaign." She gulped.

Standing up from his desk, he walked over towards her, sitting on his desk in front of her. He placed his hands on either side of him, gripping the table gently. His glasses glinted in green the light of the room, making the rest of his face look dark.

"Are you sure that's what you mean, y/n?" He smirked.

Y/n squeezed her legs together instinctively, flustered at the sound of him using her first name. She bit her lip again and nodded, avoiding eye contact with him. She fidgeted with her hands. Edward reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I think you're lying to me." He stated flatly.

Shrinking down in the chair, y/n melted into his hand. The feeling of his rough hands against her skin sent shivers down her spine and made her feel warm inside. Edward felt her shake.

"Now I know you're lying to me. The next time you speak I expect you to tell the truth y/n. As much as I love games, I have little patience for this one."

"I-I'm sorry Mr. Nygma. I lied."

He scoffed.

"Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Are you incapable of speaking the full truth? Hm? Perhaps I should say it for you, no?"

Y/n looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her hands still. He earned no response from her, causing him to grimace. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the back of her chair and leaning over her. His stare bore down on her.

"I know you're obsessed with me. It's obvious. I've seen the way you look at me. It doesn't take a genius to recognize how desperately you crave my attention." He stated cockily.

Y/n looked up into his eyes, her eyes full of adoration and desperation. She did crave his attention, that was very true. She was just utterly embarrassed that he knew it all along.

"I'm sorry Mr. Nygma." She mumbled.

He tilted her chin up.

"Did I ask you to apologize?"

Y/n's eyes widened and she shook her head. He glared at her, obviously wanting a verbal response.

"No, sir."

He smiled and let go of her chin.

"Then don't apologize. I find it flattering. You've got my attention now, y/n. The question is, what do you want to do with it?" He asked.

Y/n immediately broke out of her embarrassment when he mentioned that he liked it. She smiled and sat up straight, looking him in the eyes happily.

"Anything you want to do!"

Edward laughed and looked down at her as he sat back up. He loosened his tie slightly, taking his dark green jacket off and hanging it up on the coat rack next to his desk. He looked back towards her with a look of want in his eyes.

"I'm tired of the games, y/n. I've already expressed this. I know what you want but, I am not going to do anything unless you initiate it. Do you understand? If you want to continue then I need to hear a yes. If not, then no."

Y/n swallowed, her throat becoming dry very quickly. Her breathing quickened again causing her heart to race. She looked up at him and nodded.

"Y-Yes..."

He smirked and walked back behind his desk, straightening his tie before he sat down. Without saying anything he picked up a manilla folder and opened it up. Y/n was confused, staring at him, unsure of what to do. Edward rolled his eyes and looked up at her through his glasses.

"Do what you feel is right, y/n. Though, deep down I know what you really want and you know it too."

Y/n stood up slowly and walked over to him, still unsure if she should be doing this. But it felt so right. Like it was the perfect thing to do. As he continued to read through the files in front of him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to take charge or if he wanted to be in charge. So, she said something experimental.

"Move." She ordered.

Edward chuckled softly, which grew into genuine laughter. He clapped his hands together and placed the file down on the desk. His eyes were squinted and his dimples were showing.

"That's cute." He said.

Without any warning he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of his lap. Her legs straddled both sides of him and a hints of pink dusted her cheeks. His thumbs circled her hipbones gently.

"I don't think you're in any position to act like you're in charge. You've been eyeing me for the past few weeks with desire and lust in your eyes. I know how you feel about me and what you think about me. You came in here with the simple task of returning those papers and you couldn't help yourself from letting your dirty little mind take over. If anything, I have the power over you. I'm the one who can make you melt simply by looking at you. You're clay in my hands, to mold into whatever I please." He corrected.

Y/n let out a ragged breath, once again feeling her heart nearly burst out of her chest. His dark eyes bore into her soul, making her uneasy. That cocky smirk plastered on his face only made her even more turned on. The egotistical asshole he was knew how to make her know her place. And she knew he was right.

"No comment?" He smiled.

She shook her head, having no idea how to respond to him. He shrugged his shoulders and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. She couldn't help but admire how heavenly he looked. His button-up shirt was only 3/4 of the way button up, his tie was straight and tidy, his dark brown hair shone in the green light of the room which was his favorite color. And for a good reason. It suited him so well. Y/n had never seen a color fit a person more than green fit Edward. Green was the color of his soul and his aura. It practically radiated off of him like a toxic waste. In a way, it was true. He was intoxicating for sure. His eyes could snare you and trap you, feeling helpless. Just like y/n did right now. She felt sick near him, love sick. Her bones would ache and her muscles would feel sore. It was as if every time she got near him, she got a physical reaction. Much like radiation. She was broken out of her thought by his hand grabbing roughly at her chin.

"Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to do something about it? I get enough of your staring on a daily basis, y/n." He snarled.

Y/n nodded, absolutely at a loss for words. Edward smiled at her dumbfounded nature. The hand that held her chin sneaked back behind her head and crawled down to the base of her neck. Gripping onto it firmly, he pulled her forward and looked into her eyes, then to her lips. She licked her lips, plump and glistening. The two of them only inches apart.

"I want to hear you say that you want me. That you need me. Crave me." His voice was gravely.

She reached her hand down and placed it on the small portion of his chest that was exposed. Her purple painted fingertips grazing across the smooth skin. She felt him shiver slightly underneath her.

"Mr. Nygma, I want you so bad. I need to need you. I want to want you. I crave you. Your attention. Your gaze. Anything you have to give, I crave." She whispered softly, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

He groaned softly, rubbing circles into her hip with his thumb. Beneath her she could feel his pants grow against her thigh. The way she talked about him, idolized him, craved him, drove him crazy. Edward Nygma had always wanted people to realize how smart he was and realize how much potential he had. And, though he had people who had recognized him, none had done so as much as y/n had. She practically worshipped him at his feet. The very ground he walked on was sacred to her. Holy ground. He was half convinced she would kiss the ground he stood on.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear, darling."

He tightened his grip on the base of her neck and pulled her in to him, pressing his lips against hers. She was quick to reciprocate the kiss, gripping on to the fabric of his tie. His tongue slid into her mouth causing a moan to leave her mouth, muffled by their kiss. She wanted to be closer to him, if that was even possible. She yanked his tie towards her, causing it to tighten around his neck which earned a grunt from him. He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed her face roughly. His eyebrows were furrowed and he kept a firm hold on her neck still. His chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

"Are you really that desperate to be close to me?" He teased.

She nodded quickly, her mouth forming a small pout. Her lips glistened with a mixture of both of their saliva. He grinned and wiped it off with his thumb. He stuck his thumb harshly in her mouth, making sure she licked the substance off. Pulling it out, he licked it as well. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"You've wanted this to happen for so long, haven't you? I bet you've dreamed about this. Daydreamed. You've probably thought about this while you've stared at me thinking I wasn't looking. Hm?"

His voice was condescending and coated with lust. It was apparent that he wanted this as much as y/n did. She was certainly more blatant about it while Edward preferred to be more subtle. He craved her attention just as much as she craved his.

"Yes Mr. Nygma, I have." She admitted.

"Y/n, call me Ed. Mr. Nygma doesn't roll off the tongue as well as Ed does."

He leaned towards her chest, licking a stripe from her collarbone all the way towards the top of her neck. Nibbling on her earlobe, he whispered in her ear.

"It won't be as easy to moan either. Or scream."

Y/n's breath hitched, her nails digging into his shoulders. Ed winced gently, eyes shut tightly. He could feel her getting impatient. He enjoyed it. Prolonging what she desired was like a game to him. A fun and torturous game of his own making.

"Show me how much you crave me. Prove how obsessed you are with me. Perhaps, I will reward you if your demonstration is adequate." He ordered.

Y/n slid off of his lap smoothly, falling softly down to her knees underneath his desk. Her hands trailed down his pants and tugged on them lightly, looking up into his eyes as he peered down at her. He smirked.

"You will get no help from me, y/n."

She reached up and unbuttoned his slacks, unzipping them as well. Grabbing onto the fabric she slowly pulled it down, watching hungrily as more of his skin showed. Every second that went by drove her nearly mad. She had been wanting this to happen for so long. Once his pants were pulled down enough, she sat up straight and hooked her fingers underneath the hem of his boxers. A shiver went up Ed's spine as he watched her through hooded eyes. Within a few seconds, his boxers were pulled down to reveal his dick. Y/n shuddered and grabbed his softly yet hastily. She looked into his eyes as she let her tongue roll out, licking a soft line up his shaft. Edward gripped the armrests of his chair, chest heaving.

"If teasing is your way of showing your fascination for me then I will lose interest fast." He stated simply through gritted teeth.

She listened and very slowly lowered her head, allowing his length to slide down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to fall. The tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, preventing the rest of him to slide in her mouth. She looked up at him through blurry eyes, humming in pleasure causing it to vibrate through his body. He reached down and entwined his hand into her hair, shoving her down and forcing her to take him entirely. At this point, y/n couldn't help but gag, choking on him. She desperately tried to breathe through her nose. Edward let out a moan, tilting his head back, the green light of the room accentuating his Adam's apple. Once his grip loosened on her head she began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around him all the while. Her hands gripped tightly at his thighs, digging into them harshly, sure to leave marks. He grunted in pain but his mind was too clouded with pleasure to care.

"Fuck..." He moaned out.

Y/n picked up the pace, every time she bobbed up she would suck on the tip harshly. The tears that had welled up in her eyes were now falling down, trailing down her face and landing on his dick. Y/n knew he was close to cumming, his dick twitching in her mouth. She gave extra care to the tip, licking and sucking it like a madwoman. She was hungry for him, starving even, and it showed with her technique. Ed's moans grew more airy and uneven like his breathing. He hunched over and grabbed at her hair, holding her down on his cock as he felt himself release in her mouth. His eyes were squeezed shut and beads of sweat dripped down his temples.

"Oh G-God..." He muttered, exasperated.

Yanking her head up, he lifted her up onto his lap again, staring at her face. Her mascara was slightly smudged, barely even noticeable. Her lipstick was completely wiped off at this point and her eyes were glazed over. Saliva coated her lower mouth, semen dripping out of the corner of her mouth. As if she could read his mind she stuck out her tongue, licking it up. He groaned at the sight, immediately pulling her into another kiss, pulling away only to breathe.

"Was that good for you Ed?" She asked, her eyelashes batting at him.

He chuckled light, stroking her cheek with his fingers leading down to her chin. His glasses were fogged up slightly from his heavy breath.

"Fucking perfect."

Y/n smiled, only to gasp when he picked her up by her thighs, placing her on his desk. He pulled up his boxers and pants, buttoning them again. Using his shirt to clear his glasses, he looked back down at her as he stood up.

"What do you think? Was that a performance worthy of a reward from Edward Nygma himself?" He questioned, tilting her head up to look at him.

She nodded hastily, reaching up to grab at his shirt. Desperation filled her eyes and she instinctively arched towards him. He smirked at the sight.

"I suppose you're right. Hm? You've shown your dedication to me." He said.

Slowly, he reached his hand down between her legs, going up her skirt. Her natural reflex was to close her legs tightly, stopping his hand. He chuckled, prying them open, finding her sensitivity amusing. His fingers grazed over the material of her purple panties, causing her to shiver. Right as he was about to pull the material aside, he decided against it. Instead he pulled her back up so she was sitting straight. Before she could even say anything, he got to his knees, flipping her skirt up and buried his face in her thighs. Y/n grabbed at his hair, moaning as he peppered her thighs with kisses, his stubble, which he hadn't shaved yet, roughly scratched at her skin. The roughness alone was enough to send her over the edge. And he hadn't even started yet.

"Now, now. I've barely done anything.." He teased.

He pushed her thighs together gently, grabbing at her panties with his teeth and yanked them down slowly until they fell to off her ankles. He then spread her legs open again, staring at the center of her legs. Licking his lips, he placed his thumb against her clit, watching in delight as she arched her back.

"Ed!" She moaned.

He chuckled and pinched roughly, watching her facial expression switch from delight to discomfort. Yet, Edward knew that she liked he. She loved it. She loved anything he did. That was the beauty of it. She loved him.

"Too rough? Or does it just feel too fucking good?" He toyed with her.

She moaned, gripping at his shoulders as he lowered his head back between her thighs. Slowly he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss against her clit, almost as an apology.

"You're a lucky girl. Being in this situation. You have the ability to brag about thee Edward Nygma going down on you. People would kill to be in your position right now." He stroked his own ego, his warm breath hitting against her core.

She whimpered, digging her nails into his shoulders. He pulled away and stood up straight, unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to the side. He left his tie on however. He felt powerful with it on. Like he was in charge. And, he was most definitely in charge. He turned around, pointing to the marks she created on his shoulders. Turning back around he grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You should feel special. I wouldn't let just anyone do that to me. Leaving marks on my skin. I'm the one that marks people up." He chuckled as he gripped his nails into her thigh, watching her face contort and a moan leave her lips.

"You like that?" He mocked.

She nodded her head, mouth agape and hooded eyes looking up at him. He smirked and brought his other hand up to her face, smacking it lightly, but firm enough to show he meant business. She moaned softly as he dropped back between her legs, placing a kiss to her thighs.

"Of course you like that, you'll like anything I do to you. You're filthy and I love it. You let ecstasy and love blind you and cloud your mind. You're such a smart girl but you let your heart do the thinking when it comes to love. Just my kind of girl."

Y/n sighed in delight as he talked to her, His voice was gravely and low yet as smooth and sweet as golden honey. Everything he said was genuine and honest, she could tell that. It was like she was living a fairy tale. Finding out that the man she had been obsessed with has had the same feelings for her as she did for him. It was an amazing feeling. And the feeling of his tongue running through her fold made it twice as amazing.

"Oh, Edward..."She moaned.

He smiled against her skin, rubbing circles into her thighs as he ran his tongue over her flesh. He took of his glasses and placed them on the desk, wanting to see her without them fogging up. He couldn't hold back anymore. He needed to get a better taste. Harshly he spread her open as wide as he could and hooked her legs over his shoulders. Lifting her skirt up as much as he could he dove down between her legs, biting down on her clit, sucking on it lightly. Her legs instinctively went to close, but he held onto her thighs roughly. He tongue lapped at her until she was dripping wet and he slid it inside her with ease. He moaned at the sensation of his tongue inside her, and she did the same. Maintaining a constant speed her continued to ravish her with his mouth, her juices dripping down his chin mixed with his saliva. It was a filthy concoction he created, a poison, a drug that he got high on.

"Ed! I'm.."

"I know, I'll get you there." He interjected, focused on getting her to her climax.

All that mattered in the world was getting her to the ledge and pushing her over it. He wanted to feel her clench around him and let herself go. He wanted to know that he was able to do that for her. It wasn't even an ego thing at this point. He just wanted to make sure she felt good. Pulling back he stood up, looking her in the eyes as he plunged three fingers inside her, curling them instantly. His lower jaw was smeared with her arousal and his saliva and it glistened in the light. His eyes were heavy and dark as he watched her face contort into a mixture of pleasure and desperation. She tightened around his fingers and gripped his hair as she felt herself come undone on his fingers. A loud, pornographic, and ecstatic moan escaped her lips which caused Edward to moan at the very sound of it. Pulling his fingers out, he held it up between the two of them and smirked as her arousal dripped down his hand. Instantly he licked each of his fingers, making sure to clean off every drop. He reached down into a drawer of his desk and grabbed a handkerchief, wiping off the saliva on his hand. He leaned down and cleaned up around her thighs and core as well, being careful to not touch anything too sensitive. Once he was done he helped her put her panties back on and put his shirt back on as well, straightening his tie. He pulled her back onto his lap as he sat on the chair, brushing the hair out of her face. He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Quickly, he helped her get to the ground underneath his desk, rubbing the side of her face comfortingly.

"Come in." He said.

Oswald walked in, looking at Ed. He stopped at the front of his desk, smiling at him. Y/n covered her mouth, trying not to expose her hiding spot.

"Evening Ed, did y/n give you the papers?" He asked.

Edward blinked, still dazed from his previous activity. He nodded eventually and reached for the file, handing it to him. He reached for his glasses and put them back on. Oswald looked over the papers and gave Edward a smile.

"Thank you. Why do you look so sweaty?" He asked.

Edward maintained calm and cool, like he always did. He felt y/n cling to his leg, resting her chin on his knee and looking up at him sweetly.

"I had just turned up the heat because it was freezing in here. But, now I'm too hot." He chuckled coolly.

Oswald nodded.

"I'll turn it back down on my way to my office. Hey, have you seen y/n? I can't find her anywhere." He asked.

"I believe she went out to get a bite to eat. She mentioned she was starving."

Y/n pinched his leg, letting him know that she understood his meaning behind that. He did his best to hide the smirk growing on his face, disguising it as a cough.

Oswald nodded and walked out of the office. After waiting a few moments, Edward gave y/n room to get up from under the desk. He had a shit-eating grin on his face as she did so. She hit his arm.

"That was so not funny! We could have gotten caught!" She exclaimed, a blush on her face.

"Strange. I found it rather humorous."

Y/n glared at him and stood up, walking back to the front of his desk. She straightened out her skirt and wiped the smudged mascara away from under her eyes.

"Well, I suppose I should go." She said.

Edward frowned.

"And what makes you think that? Did I say I wanted you to leave?" He asked.

Y/n looked back towards him, a small smile on her face. Edward slicked his hair back. He could see her eyes grow from tired to excited like that.

"You mean, you want me to stay?" She asked, trying to maintain her cool, failing terribly.

"Why wouldn't I? A beautiful girl like you, obsessed and utterly in love with me? I may have a big ego, but I don't fuck someone just for fun. You think I would have let you drool over me these past few weeks if I didn't have any interest in you either?" He chuckled.

A huge smile spread across her face and she jumped up and down in joy, stopping very soon after and clutching her stomach. Edward bit back a laugh.

"Ugh...bad idea. But, yay!" She groaned.

Standing up, Edward walked over towards her and helped her stand up straight. His eyes weren't full of lust this time, but full of care. No longer dark brown but a light caramel.

"Why don't you lay down for a bit while I finish up some paperwork? Afterwards we can go out and get a coffee, what do you say?" He suggested, his dimples showing.

Y/n nodded and walked over to the comfortable sofa he had in his office. Laying down she watched Edward sit down at his desk, his hair hanging in his face as he propped his head up with his hand. Her eyes grew heavy as she eventually drifted off to sleep, excited for their coffee date.

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[savannahsdeath]

hi hi i love your writing style !! could u maybe do ellie x goth!reader? like someone who wears a lot of black, likes goth music, dark makeup and hair, etc. i’ve only seen hyperfem reader (and there’s nothing wrong with that!) and it’s just not me 😭

ahh thank you love🩷

ELLIE WILLIAMS X GOTH!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, dom!ellie, sub!reader, a mention of reader being needy and ellie taunting you about it🤗

writers note: im not goth and none of my friends are so i have honestly no idea how it is like.. i also wasnt sure wether to make it a one shot or headcanons but here we are !! its kinda short since i honestly try to make all my stories as general as possible (until someone requests otherwise) but enjoy!!💞

ellie always loved your aesthetic. she would go shopping with you, staring at all the typical goth clothes you buy in admiration. even though she wasn't goth herself, she enjoyed seeing how happy it made you, and the confidence it gave you. she'd often complement you on how the style suits you, and tell you how cool and unique you are.

she always stared at you while you were doing your daily make-up. she made sure you know you look pretty without it but she knew how comfortable doing it makes you feel, so she didn't complain. in her opinion, you looked beautiful both ways. she loved the way you tried out new makeup looks, and would ask questions about the trends and what each product does. she thought it was cute - the way you would watch makeup tutorials and take notes, and would sometimes watch them with you. she didn't really understand it, still couldn't help but be curious like a little kid. for her, your basic skills were unbelievable. she'd act like you just turned the house upside down after you made the simplest eyeliner ever that she would easily do too if only she tried.

the only problem with your appearance she had was getting you undressed. your tight, black clothes full of accessories, everything in the same color so it was hard to find out where to pull to take it off. the problem wasn't exactly hers, though. for her, it was a lot of fun. in fact, she intentionally took her time, laughing at your impatience and neediness. she would play dumb, 'looking for the zip' which was right next to her hand, and whenever you wanted to help her out of desperation she'd pin your wrists above your head. you secretly enjoyed it, as mush as did she. she loved the way it made you whimper when she held you down. she found your reluctance and neediness to be cute and innocent, and enjoyed teasing you and seeing your reactions. whenever you tried to make a move, she would make you beg for it, and the more desperate you got the more she'd hold back. she loved the way it made you squirm and the noises you made. she'd often whisper in your ear things like; "quiet. i'll give you exactly what you want, but on my terms" and enjoyed your helpless response.

she was a bit bossy, and sometimes liked to use her physical and / or emotional power over you. she knew she could push and pull your strings as she pleased, and often liked to remind you of that. she would frequently try to provoke you or push your limits to see how you would react.

eventually, she would release you and help you undress in a much more teasing and slow way. she would make it clear that it was no longer a game, but an important moment where you have to behave. even though she enjoyed taunting you, she always took care of your needs and made sure you were comfortable and felt good.

and after she finally completes your desires, she can't help but look at you and laugh. "you're ready for halloween, babe."

you'd frown, not sure whether to chuckle with her or feel offended, until you see yourself in the mirror. your goth, expressive make-up was smudged and shabby. you were lucky you decided to do one of the light ones this day, so you didn't really look like a victim of possession. you both laughed, knowing that your appearance after the intimate moment was quite a far cry from your usual look. you'd give her a look of mock frustration, as if she had ruined your makeup purposely. you'd go to wash your face, but you knew it would leave an afterglow of black smudges and mascara that would be quite difficult to remove. but you didn't mind, because the moment you had shared with her was unforgettable, and those smudges would be a reminder for what happened for the rest of the night, until they finally wear off.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #reqs open #ellie the last of us #wlw smut #goth!reader #ellie williams x goth!reader #thank you nonnie

[wth-if]

Humans have made their peace with the supernatural a long time ago.. all of them, except the demons.

Ten years ago Archangel Michael swooped down from the Heavens to give humans a new salvation, a solution to their pest problem, a little thing they called H.E.L.L. - Heaven's Eradication of Lethal Lowborns.

Ever since then the demons have been under control. Until recently -unexpected, right?- after a series of kidnappings conducted by a cult calling themselves The Morningstar's Children. Ever since, H.E.L.L. has been cracking down hard on the lowborns.

And well, Lucifer Morningstar (The President of Hell Themself and Michael's sibling) is having none of that.

In retaliation, she sends you, a demon, to infiltrate H.E.L.L., and take it down.. from the inside!

OR, a celestial sibling rivalry goes a bit too far.

FEATURES (May Change!):

Play as a lowborn/demon! Male, female or nonbinary (including cis/trans options); gay, straight or aro/ace; be the vessel for Lucifer’s revenge against her sibling by.. hunting your own kind? What?

In-depth character customization! Hair color & style, skin color, body type, markings, piercings, etc!

Choose how you got chosen for the job! Are you a demonic assassin or are you just an average joe who happened to be walking by?

Romance one out of four unique romance options! Your demonic co-worker, a demon hunter and TWO archangels (that’s right!)

Cause chaos and shenanigans! Get Michael’s coffee wrong, mess up an investigation and let demons escape H.E.L.L.’s grasp! It’s what you’re here for!

Discover the mystery behind the disappearances, and who's really behind The Morningstar's Children!

Help Lucifer Morningstar win her election against her son Satan, or sabotage it!

Levithan (He/Him): Demonic Overlord, Son of Lucifer, Sin of Envy. You'd expect a guy with that description to be pretty full of himself, but instead he seems pretty tired and over-worked. He's been tasked by Lucifer to infiltrate H.E.L.L. alongside you- why? It's anyone's guess at this point. (Possible Tropes: bickering couple, tired x energetic, tol x smol)

Yavhi Gupta (They/Them): Stubborn, rude and cold-hearted. They've been working for H.E.L.L. since they were able to join, and they're one of the toughest, roughest demon hunters around. They don't joke or play around, they go straight for the kill each time. Unlucky for you then, that you've been assigned to train underneath them for the foreseeable future. (Possible Tropes: enemies to lovers, opposites attract, black cat x golden retriever)

Raquel (She/Her): Fierce, witty and loyal to the end. When her best friend left Heaven, she followed right after. Now, she works as a detective alongside him and they've been hired by an outside source to investigate The Morningstar's Children, as H.E.L.L. can't seem to do anything right, and she'll do anything to find out the truth; even if it means teaming up with a lowborn like you. (Possible Tropes: fwbs to lovers, smart x dumbass)

Gabriel (He/Him): Quiet, yet lethal and dangerous. He left Heaven for a reason, but now works alongside his friend as a detective. He's the brawn of the operation, but just as willing to do anything to get the truth... even if you get the feeling he knows more than it seems. (Male MCs only. Possible Tropes: Mutual pining, star-crossed lovers, quiet x loud)

Lucifer Morningstar (She/They): As the Sin of Greed, she's the father (mother?) of all the other deadly sins, and the current President of Hell- though with reelections soon, and her subjects looking in their son's, Satan's, favor, that might change soon. Which is why they sent you on the quest to take down H.E.L.L., so her rep would get a serious boost. She's conniving, scheming and pantsuit wearing, and will stop at nothing to keep her spot on top. (And I love her.)

Michael (They/Them): The most powerful Archangel of them all, it was obvious that one day, they'd become the humans savior, their saving grace.. uh, not really, but they love the praise. Recently however they've been under fire from the human media after a slip-up resulted in the deaths of six people, but they managed to save grace by capturing and promptly executing a few lowborns connected to The Morningstar's Children. (Which, In Raquel's professional opinion, puts them right at the top of her list of suspects.)

Shae (She/Her): A vampire and the one who hired Raquel and Gabriel after the kidnapping of her son Damien at the hands of The Morningstar's Children.

LINKS :

DEMO POST (TBA) R/O INTROS (TBA)

Asks about the R/Os, the characters or the story in general are always welcomed!

#intro post #hosted games #choice of games #if wip #cog wip #twine wip #welcome to hell #welcome to hell if #wth if #wth #interactive fiction #interactive novel #cyoa #choose your own adventure #wip

[shadyauthor]

Nah bc yall are CRAZY where did yall come from!??!? I woke up to 100 likes and like a bunch of reposts!! Thank yall sm 😭 now here's the full chapter you guys probably want

Strings of their hearts💕 FULL chapter 1

You bursted from your dream, flying up to sit up in your bed. Cold sweat practically dripping from your face. It was that dream again.. you couldn't stand that dream, the uncanny silence always followed by you falling to the ground and wondering what was happening, or what happened really. You never fully understood why you started having that reoccurring dream, you never did anything in the waking world to even cause the dream. You didn't watch horror movies alot, and you haven't been to a forest since you were a pre-teen. Even then, your memories about that summer were blurry and you couldn't remember what happened.

Looking to your nightstand you read your clock "5:00 AM" You sighed, 'time to get up' . You and your friend group had an entire weekend planned out, you all had been planning this for a few weeks, you all would take 3 of your vacation days off of work and go do fun stuff. Fun stuff as in go out on the town for 2 days and regret it all on the third and go back to work on the 4th, today you all were gonna go shopping, you all had very decent jobs so it wasn't very hard to save up alot of spending money.

So not wanting to be late you got up and trudged to your bathroom, flicking the light on you slightly jolted at your appearance 'damn I look like shit man..' you sighed, your hair an absolute mess and your shirt had a wet spot of drool on the collar. Getting ready was the easiest part of most of your days, as you usually knew exactly what was going to happen in the day, so you knew how to dress. But as this days only objective was to "go shopping" it was to vague to know exactly how to dress, but going casual should be good enough. Getting in and out of the shower was a simple task other than the undying fear that you'll slip and break your neck.

You dried your hair with a towel, you wouldn't brush it till you went downstairs. Throwing on your grey button up and torn jeans you shut the lights off and headed downstairs to do your hair and eat breakfast "alexa play don't worry be happy" you stated nonchalantly, it was your favorite song to play in the mornings to calm the nerves.

Humming along to the song, you shuffled to the kitchen in your socks. 'Hmm cereal or eggs...cereal...or....nah cereals easier' you moved over to the cabinets, opening them and pulling out the generic unhealthy colorful marshmallow cereal. You only had a few dishes in your kitchen as you lived alone, unlike your friends who had spouses and kids already. You preferred to live alone, it was more peaceful this way, you had less to worry about. Though you didn't hate the idea of a family, you just didn't really have time to go on dates, you hadn't even had a vacation since you first got your new job. Shaking your head you brought your thoughts back to the task at hand : 'find a bowl and spoon and eat already dude!'

As soon as you got your bowl of cereal ready you moved to your large living room, with black leather couches and dark rugs that complemented the rest of your homes dark pallette. You turned your large mounted TV on and immediately changed it to cartoons, not really wanting to bother watching the News, you already knew the world was going to shit you didn't need another reminder while you where trying to eat your color bombed cereal.

You sighed in content when you settled on spongebob, the joyful sponge making you forget about it all. You finished eating and reached to your brush that was laying on the couch from the previous day of you being to tired to put it up, sighing you brush through all the tangles of your messy hair and half styling it, as in you just brushed your bangs out of your eyes and called it a day.

You pulled your phone from your jeans right pocket, seeing it was already "7:45 AM" you smiled, it was time to go pick up some of your friends!

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You got in your car, it was the biggest out of your friends, the most seats and room. So it was the favorite of the group, in total your friend group would be riding in two cars, to make it easier to go from place to place. In your car, you had : Mark, Jamie, Clara, Anita, and Fry. You were close friends with Clara, Anita, and Fry, Mark and Jamie being mutual friends you met through the group. Your friend Claire was driving the second car, in their car they had: Gary, Moose, and Wendy.

You and Wendy used to date, you remember. But you both knew it would've never worked out, neither of you could imagine a future with eachother, but you two were still very good friends. You were the ring carrier at her wedding, she had a very kind wife, always smiling and always caring for others.

Smiling you drove the half hour to pick your first friends up, Mark and Fry. They lived next to eachother, everyone in the group knew they had it bad for eachother but themselves, you shook your head, they were so oblivious to eachother. You tried turning your radio on, but to your dismay, all that played was static. You tried connecting it to the Bluetooth but that wouldn't work either 'Huh...weird, might have to take it to the shop already.' You slightly grumbled, you really didn't want to take it to the shop. You had just gotten this car barely a year back, it was only a few years old itself, it really shouldn't be having problems yet.

It was 8:20, you were daydreaming and drumming on the steerwheel to a made up tune in your head, waiting for your friends to come out already. Smiling as soon as you saw you blonde haired friend Mark, he was always worried about being late to things, he was generally anxious alot either way, but being late was like life or death for him. "Hey buddy! Ready for the day?" He said with his raspy voice, he was the eldest of the group and used to be a singer until his last show that ended in an accident that costed him his voice. It took him years to be able to talk again, the entirety of those years you and your friends worried for him so badly. He fell into a deep state of depression, his deepest passion was gone forever, and he could do nothing about it.

"Course I am bud, how about you? You ready to tell Fry how much you love him?" You smirked, looking at the rear view mirror to look at him. He burst into a fit of embarrassment "Don't say that! He could be here any minute!!" He whisper yelled at you, looking around like Fry would appear out of thin air at any moment. "Fine fine..you gotta tell him at some point Mark." You said, smiling at him after finally turning your head to fully look at him "he's on his way out right now, he just texted me" He nodded, scooting to the seat behind the driver's.

You two only had to wait a minute before Fry was clumsily running out the door, struggling to pull on his coat and walking at the same time. His long red hair falling all over the place, coffee in hand, he really looked like a disaster waiting to happen today. He scooted into the middle back seat next to Mark, already red and embarrassed for how foolish he must've looked.

As soon as they both buckled in, you pulled out immediately. You had to pick up Jamie, Clara, and Anita next, which is absolutely god sent because they were siblings and still lived in the same house.

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Arriving at the mall wasn't the easiest thing in the world, no matter how simple it seemed, you and your friends argued for half an hour over which mall to go to and whether to stop for food first or not. In the end, you got some quick fast food and ate on the way to the south mall center and waited in the car till both parties were done eating.

You were already tired, you could feel a headache starting to pull at your head and you wanted to be done and go home already. Your entire body was tired and you couldn't understand why you were so exhausted already, at this point if they just left you in the car to sleep you'd be fine with it.

The triplets were sitting in the back row of seats in your car, all rough housing and making the car shake, fighting over food. You shook your head, you would've said it was to early for this already but it really wasn't with how long they took to pick up. "YOOO WHAT ARE YOU TEXTING YOUR BOYFRIEND???? THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE?" Jamie practically screamed, they really had no sense of an inside voice, and it didn't change that you all were in a car. "NO DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR HURTING MY EARS" Clara shoved Jamies face away from her phone, she was always on it, it was like her prop that was glued to her hand. "Was that a rat in the parking lot just now?? Oh nah you aren't getting me out of this car now." Anita, the quietest of the trio, but also the most clean freak of the entire group. She was a neutral hard to hate person, because she was just calm, unless you were dirty then may God have mercy on you.

"Guys, we were supposed to be in the store YESTERDAY. Jesus fuckin' christ man" you passive aggressively told them

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You had already been to countless stores, its been hours and if you were exhausted before? Your starting to lay down in the grave now. And the worst part was that they hadn't let you go to a single store you liked yet, and you knew for a fact that you, Fry, Jamie and Moose, wanted to go to the same type of store.

Finally...FINALLY, one of the three spoke up and said they were going to one of the game stores. And just as you guessed it, not only yourself tagged along, the other two did as well. As you and your group walked to the exit, where the game store was at, you all decided it was gonna be the last store you visit for the day as it was already getting dark and the store was closing already.

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As you guys all separated inside the large gaming store, filled with anything and everything possibly related to game stuff, from game boards to games to decoration. You knew it would be the shortest trip in the entire store as everything was overly priced and the majority of everyone has spent the most of their money for the day.

Sighing you looked through the games, new, old, demos, it was crazy! They had everything in here. Choosing a few random titles that looked fun and interesting you were nearing the end of the aisle, all the digital games being located in the back corner of the store, it was creepy and poorly lit strangely but to you it was magical. The closer you got to the end of the aisle the more uneasy you felt, the more dirty the floor got and dusty the shelves became. It felt like you were being watched despite no one being near where you were, so finally just speedwalking to the end instead of taking your time and becoming more creeped out.

Then. Something caught your eye, shiny, very shiny. Somehow shining through the cobwebs and dust thats built up over clearly a very very long time, you used one of the cases to wipe it off and looked at it... 'weird...I didn't know they sold dating sims..they really do sell everything I guess' you hummed while looking it over. The characters looked silly and colorful, though it was clearly worn as the colors were fading, the title in jumbled colorful letters spelling "Strings of their hearts" with little glittery hearts surrounding it, those must've been the things that caught your eye. To say you were intrigued would be a bit of an understatement, you slipped it between your other cases of games, not wanting to be teased for getting it.

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Dropping your friends off was the most relieving part of your day, as you dropped the triplets off it felt like a pressure had been taken off of your head.

Driving to Mark and Frys residence was the second to last thing left to do today, you looked in your rear view mirror to watch as they both smiled and giggled while talking to eachother, you smiled, they were so happy together and the day they finally tell eachother about their feelings they will be even happier. It is almost a toothrotting sweet thought, you slowed your car into a stop at the curb near their home, you let a breath of relief out as their neighborhood was hard to locate in the dark, even with your headlights on.

It was 10:55 and you still had time to pick fast food up on the way home, you waved to your to friends and your smile widened as you saw they were holding hands as they walked eachother home.

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Okay nevermind, the trip to your local Wendy's was already proving to be even more stressful than your mall trip, the lady in front of you yelling at the cashier over a coupon that had been expired for atleast a year. You decided to just walk out and go through the drive thru instead, it was quiet and more peaceful, though the line was long and you were fourth in line you decided to make yourself less bored by trying to see if your radio was still broken, turning it on and turning to a random station that would play at late hours you waited..all that came out was static but you felt like you should wait longer, and then you heard it

... A garbled sound of someone trying to talk through multiple different voices and sounds, you immediately got freaked out and shut it off, 'if Satan wants to take my soul he can do it later when I'm not in a Wendy's drive thru..talk about embarrassing'

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After getting your food and it already being 11:40 you were semi-speeding home, you already didn't like being out this late no matter how much it looked so beautiful. You would keep remembering your dream, as the moon hung overhead, and it didn't help that your neighborhood with very large gaps between houses was filled with trees, it was like a forest. You hated it. It made you feel sick and like you didn't belong there.

Stepping on the gas and slowing down as soon as you got home, you grabbed your paper bag of food and plastic bag filled with games and stuffed animals among other things and raced into your home, not bothering to lock the car until you locked your own houses door. If anyone..anything..was out there it couldn't get you in the safety of your home..right? You didn't spend an arm an a leg getting the best security system in the country for nothing.

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You ate your food on the couch while watching more cartoons, but something wouldn't stop biting at your brain. That game, it was dusty, old, and was extremely underpriced, so much so that the employees were slightly agitated on how little you spent at their store. You looked at the bag, and jolted as the case was slightly falling out of the bag, 'weird..I thought it was buried in there??' You were slightly unnerved, but having nothing to do, and not being tired enough to sleep, combined with having finished you food..

You turned the TV off, taking the case and the bag upstairs to your room, throwing the bag to the bed as soon as you entered into your room, locking your door you turned to your PC. You didn't know if it was a download code game or a disk, but it did say it was a PC game, so putting the case on the desk and sitting down while your monitor and pc booted up, you read the back.

"Wow! Thank you so much for getting the game! Your just the most aren't you?

Well, welcome to the neighborhood neighbor! Its so nice to have a new face around here, and a very good looking one at that! And say..I think a few of your new neighbors think that too! Find out who likes you and what happens! You have two months to get a date! Have fun!" With a crayon designed smiley face under it. Though it was weird that they knew you bought the game, maybe it was just an oversight? You turned the case back around, looking at the characters again. They were colorful and some of them were attractive to you but then again you were attracted to the weirdest things, but one of them stood out to you, the yellow skinned puppet with blue styled up hair. He looked like your opposite, calm, charming, he actually had his hair styled unlike you...you started laughing at yourself, of course you would degrade yourself and compare yourself to a Muppet lookalike, it was a very you thing to do.

Shaking your head you opened the case, unlike the outside the inside was black. That was extremely weird for a game case, like..really really weird but you shook it off and popped the disc into the slot on your PC.

The game immediately started booting up, and very catchy music that your positive would be stuck in your head started to play, the screen fading from white to a colorful scene of all the characters on a picnic blanket looking at you, as if inviting you to sit down and join them. So joyful, you already loved it, it seemed you were gonna become obsessed with yet another game again

And this...was going to be a long night.

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HOOO BOY THAT TOOK ME AN ENTIRE TO DAY TO WRITE OUT. I'm EXTREMELY sorry that its kinda short, as I've said before I'm very sucky at writing, BUT I'm determined to see this out through the end. My thoughts tend to drift alot and overdetail pointless things like the side characters though they won't really contribute to the story much

SO IM SORRY 😭😭

Im working on the date outfits as I write this, and they are literally turning out better than my writing itself, so you guys will probably enjoy those more than the fic. As I'm going to be making short comics to go with these!

Anyways see you next chapter!

#wally darling x reader #fanfiction #julie joyful x reader #sally starlet x reader #welcome home x reader #welcome home au #welcome home fanfic #welcome home #heart strings💕 au

[lucifersimp333]

MC Dyes Their Hair

Just silly little head canons since I colored my hair again recently.

Lucifer

~ Doesn't mind that you color your hair, why would he? Just please try not to get color on the sink.

~ Will help you if you ask, will properly grab a tinting brush and comb and get the spots you missed.

~ Will get a rag and wipe away the color on your skin around your hairline, ears, and neck.

~ Will get slightly annoyed if you stain the tub. Just clean it up, MC.

~ Will always compliment your new hair color and how great it looks on you.

~Don't ask if you can color his hair because his answer will always be NO.

Mammon

~ Will help if you ask him, but he'll make such a mess.

~Screw the tinting brush, he's using his bare hands to slap the color on for you.

~Will get so much color on your forehead and ears, but will have so much fun helping you.

~ Wants to match with you so he'll take some hair color and put some on the tips of his hair.

~ Will totally deny it though, The Great Mammon just wanted to try something new. Why would he want to match with a human? (He totally wanted to match he's lying.)

Asmo

~ He asked you if he can help with your hair. He loves getting close to you and love anything beauty related. It's a win win!

~ Will color your hair flawlessly. He puts cream around your hairline and ears so no color stains, uses the best color safe shampoo and conditioner, and will even blow-dry and style your hair for you after!

~ I hope you're photo ready, because he's going to take hundreds of photos with you and your new color. His favorite human just looks So beautiful, how can he not?!

~Will make sure EVERYONE in the HOL knows you colored your hair, and will NOT leave the room until they complement you at least once.

~ Will constantly gawk over your new hair and play with it.

Beel

~ Will help if you ask but will have no idea what he's doing.

~If you have scented hair color, he will give one a taste, don't be surprised if his lips are stained a crazy color.

~ Definently didnt use gloves, hands will be stained for days.

~ His strong fingers feel so good massaging your scalp when shampooing your hair. <3

~ If there's color in the sink, he'll clean it for you. He'll try cleaning the stains he main on your forehead too.

~ Absolutely loves your new color, you got him blushing over here!

Levi

~ He'll help you but you need to wait until he finishes the level he's on.

~Will 100% try to convince you color your hair like Ruri-Chan.

~ He realizes he's going to hair to get close to your face, he becomes a nervous wreck. Blushing, shaking, sweating, be patient with him he's trying.

~ You have to wash your own hair though, he almost died when he accidentally brushed his finger against your cheek, give him a minuet to reboot from that.

~ When you're on your knees bent over the bathtub with your booty in the air this man is SWEATING. He turns around and looks the other way so he doesn't faint right then and there.

~ LOVES your new hair color and has you try on some cosplay outfits. With the hair color you look just like the one character from the anime That One Time My Dog Bit Me And I Became A Sexy Goblin Dog Succubus And Took Over The World! You need to try this cosplay on, MC!

Satan

~ May huff a little when you ask to help, but he can't say no to you.

~ Does the best out of all the other brothers tbh. He's neat, precise, get ZERO hair color on you anywhere. He uses gloves, the brush, hair clips. You start to question if he's a professional or not.

~ Will chat your ear off about a book he recently finished while doing your hair.

~ His slender fingers dance around your scalp when washing your hair, practically putting you to sleep.

~ Will towel dry your hair and brush it for you.

~ Will compliment you like a gentleman, and then go read a book on the hair coloring process so he's better prepared for next time.

Belphie

~ Will 100000% bitch and moan when you ask him to help. When you tell him never mind and that you'll find someone else, he bitches some more saying he was only kidding. ( He wants to help, he's just smart ass we all know this.)

~ Kind of rough? Not enough to hurt you, but enough to raise an eyebrow at

~ Lowkey having the time of his life, but he wont show it.

~ Makes a little bit of a mess on your skin, he wont clean it though.

~ " accidentally" dropped a little dollop on your chest and conveniently that's the only mess he cleaned on your skin.

~ Wants to take a quick nap on your lap while the color is sitting on your hair. Wake him up when it's time to wash it.

~ Will compliment your new hair color with sleepy eyes. All this hard work made him tired, now to repay him you need to nap with him. ( Use your own pillow MC, please don't stain his)

#obeyme #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obeymelucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan

[ladykailitha]

If I Rescue You, Will You Rescue Me, Too? Part 20

This is it my lovelies. It is done. I am so happy to have had you on this journey of this little idea that was supposed to be a little one shot that had Eddie being lifted on the stage by Steve and the band to play Master of Puppets and grown into this. This beautiful story of healing.

Thank you so much!

It gets a little spicy but nothing major.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16  Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

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Steve liked his new house. He did. But he barely spent any time in it. He was always taking someone somewhere, working or at Eddie’s. Because Eddie’s house felt lived in. Homey.

So he does what he should have done all along. He takes Eddie shopping.

“Are you really sure you want me to help you decorate your new place, babe?” Eddie asked for the millionth time as he slid into the passenger seat of the BMW.

Steve grinned up at him. “Yes, because as much I love Robin and as much as I value Nancy’s opinion they would take over and it would be what colors they would want.”

“As opposed to me, how?” Eddie asked as Steve pulled away from the curb.

Steve smile was incandescent. “You would at least ask for my impute between two things you liked.”

Eddie blinked. “And the girls would just put whatever they wanted and you would end up with something that looked their rooms and not your place.”

Steve nodded. “And I don’t want that. Plus I like your place with Wayne. I want something that feels like home.”

Eddie smiled fondly at him. “I could do that, yeah.”

They pulled up to the department stores and looked around. Eddie asked him questions about what styles he liked and it became more about what he didn’t like. And though Eddie noticed the pattern, he was sure that Steve hadn’t.

It was anything but how his parents had decorated. No blues and no greys. No sad neutral colors. Steve gravitated to reds and yellows, bright browns.

Steve still had a lot of the government hush money, so that wasn’t an issue. It was more about knowing he could could afford to make a life for himself. And he wanted that life with Eddie. The fact that even though they had only been together a short time and Eddie felt the same? That was the dream, no doubt.

They bought furniture and rugs and kitchen stuff. But Steve also wanted to paint the house to match the new things he’d bought. So Eddie took him to the hardware store to look at paint swatches. Eddie had Steve pick out a few colors he liked because the light here at the store isn’t what the light would be like at home.

Home.

God Steve loved how that sounded coming out of Eddie’s mouth. Once they had gotten back to Steve’s car and he was sure no one was looking he whispered, “Say ‘home’ again, sunshine. I loved hearing you say it.”

Eddie smiled fondly. “Let’s go home, Stevie.”

Steve sighed happily and kissed the word from his lips. “Yeah, Eds. Let’s.”

*

That night he and Eddie sorted through the things they had delivered and putting everything where Steve wanted.

They flopped on the big comfy sofa with a laugh.

“Feeling better about the new place?” Eddie asked as Steve snuggled up under his arm.

“Yeah,” he murmured sleepily. “And with the painters coming in on Saturday, it’ll be even better.”

“This is still a pretty big place for one person, beautiful,” Eddie said. “Why did you get a four bedroom?”

Steve blushed deeply. “One room for me, a guest bedroom which I’m sure Max and Robin will fight over and Max will win, and an office.”

“That’s still only three rooms, sweetheart,” Eddie said. “What’s the other room for? Another guest bedroom?”

Steve shook his head. “A studio for you.”

Eddie peered down at Steve in awe. A Steve who was currently avoiding looking him in the eye. “Babe?”

“I know it’s too early,” Steve said, his voice thick with emotion. “We’ve barely been a couple for a couple of months and Wayne’s not going to want you to go so soon after he just got you back. But some day, I will ask you to move in with me and I’d hope you’d say yes.”

Eddie pulled Steve in tighter, holding on for dear life. How did he get so lucky to have this beautiful boy in love with him? He never thought he would have this. That he would get to have this. If he thought of the future, it was always slinking down back alleys with someone who was only there for a good time, but not a long time. Until he moved out of Indiana to some place more tolerant of his kind and then maybe he would settle down with someone.

And that person never looked like someone like Steve. Another metalhead, maybe. Someone with long hair and a penchant for being just as outrageous as Eddie. But by God he couldn’t imagine a life with anyone else. No one else filled his heart with such emotion and tenderness as this beautiful boy.

“Well,” Eddie said after a moment or two, “let me put your mind to rest, as soon as Uncle Wayne gets sick of me, I’m all yours, sweetheart. I’d move in in a heartbeat.”

Steve lifted his head to look Eddie in the eyes. “You mean that?”

Eddie kissed him gently. “Yeah, Stevie. People will probably tell us to slow down, but I think we both know what we want and what we want is each other.”

Steve nodded and settled back down on Eddie’s shoulder.

They learned the sofa was pretty good for naps, too.

*

Once everything was the way he wanted it, he opened his house to the Party like he had his parents’ house. And suddenly it felt like home. Friday nights were for D&D. Saturdays were for movie nights. There was always someone passing through, raiding the kitchen, invading the sofa, and just filling the space with people.

Eddie and the rest of the older kids graduated. Robin and Nancy dragged Eddie and Jonathan through to the finish line. But finish they did. Argyle happily coasted like he always did, with a smile on his face and a 4.0 grade point average.

And then it was summer vacation and there were swim parties that didn’t make Nancy and him sad. The new pool didn’t even look like the old one, and suddenly Steve was back in the water like an otter.

“How do you not burn?” Eddie asked after another successful pool party. He was counting the freckles on Steve’s back as they lay in Steve’s bed.

“Just lucky, I guess,” Steve murmured happily. “We can’t all have strikingly beautiful porcelain skin like yours.”

Eddie kissed the spot between the shoulder blades. “So I’ve been talking to Uncle Wayne...”

Steve hummed. “What about?”

“Me moving in here with you,” Eddie said softly.

It took every ounce of strength Steve had not to jump up and look Eddie in the eye. He wanted to see what his boyfriend’s face looked like, but he knew he had picked this moment deliberately. “What did he say?”

“He likes the idea, actually,” Eddie murmured against Steve’s skin, mouthing kisses along his spine.

Steve was struggling to concentrate on Eddie’s words and not the other thing his mouth was doing.

“When are you moving in then?” Steve asked, as desire pooled deep in his belly.

Eddie got to the tailbone and gripped Steve’s hips tightly. “He thinks we should wait until the six month mark at the very least.”

“So when the kids start up school again?” Steve asked, voice strained, trying not to buck his hips. Steve had kept to his six week rule with an iron will, but even after that they hadn’t really done much besides making out on the sofa.

This was charged and fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered against the elastic band of Steve’s shorts.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore and lifted his hips, allowing Eddie to remove them.

“So beautiful...” Eddie murmured. He stood up and removed his clothes. He settled back down, straddling Steve’s hips.

Steve gripped his pillow tight as Eddie nibbled on his ear and neck. “Eddie...”

“I’m going to make you feel sooo good, sweetheart.”

*

Finally it was move in day. Steve had a special surprised planned for Eddie. He had gotten Wayne and Dustin to pack up all of Eddie’s things and had them bring them over to his house. And then he carefully arranged Eddie’s things so that they melded with his own. He would let Eddie change things up later if he wanted to. This was just to help Eddie deal with the move.

They had talked about it before hand. Steve asked which would be easier for him, to do all the packing himself and bring it over or to have someone he trusted to do it for him so that he could just come home and have it already for him.

Eddie took a couple of weeks deciding before he opted for the latter. He knew he would get distracted by all the memories and trinkets, it would never get done. And he didn’t want to do that to Steve.

But all Eddie knew was that at some point Steve would have all things and he would be living there instead of at Wayne’s. He would still have some of this things there, especially his bed, but everything else would be at theirs.

It was their six month dating anniversary which Eddie wasn’t sure they should celebrate because the point of anniversary is that they happened annually…but Steve managed to convince him that it was special because it meant that they had survived. That they both had.

Eddie walked in the front door and sighed happily. He could smell Steve cooking in the kitchen and followed his nose. The new kitchen already looked better then the old Harrington place, but once Steve had put his spin on it, it became homey. Eddie loved it. Even better, Wayne and Claudia the two home cooks loved it and that made Steve beam with pride.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, babe. Whatcha making?”

Steve grinned and twisted so he could kiss Eddie properly. “Manicotti.”

Eddie hummed happily. “My favorite.”

“I know,” Steve said fondly. “You want to get the wine out the fridge?”

He nodded and went to go grab it, unwinding reluctantly from Steve’s side. Then he popped the cork and began setting the table.

They sat down to eat and chatted happily about their day.

When they were almost done, Eddie poked around the last bit of his food.

“What’s up, sunshine?” Steve asked, as he poured the rest of the wine into their glasses.

“I didn’t think you would ever be able to top how we got together,” Eddie said. “I mean, how do you top drinks with Ozzy and a signed guitar by all of Metallica?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah? So how did I do?”

“This is honestly better,” Eddie said. “That was great. Of course it was. But this is us. The two of us, enjoying a home cooked meal together, and I know you have a great evening planned. You became the best of me, sweetheart. I love you.”

Steve pressed their lips together and hummed contentedly. “You’re right, I do have a great evening planned, so let’s get to it.”

They watched movies until late and then Steve lead him to the bedroom, a bandanna around Eddie’s eyes.

Steve took his hand and gently pulled him into the room and pulled the bandanna off. Eddie gasped to see how the room was decorated with both of their things and that despite their different tastes it blended together really well.

“Stevie!” Eddie breathed. He turned around and gave Steve a big kiss on his lips. “It’s perfect.”

“Just like you, sunshine.”

“I never thought I would have this,” Eddie murmured. “I never thought I would actually graduate. I never thought I would have a boyfriend who adored me as much as I adored him. I never that I would have people who accepted me for who I was. And I have all that with you.”

“I feel the same, Eds,” Steve whispered. “You have no idea. I told Nancy I wanted a Winnebago and six kids, but I realized that that was what my parents wanted for me. Not what actually wanted. I have a lot of kids. Dustin, Will, Mike, Lucas, Erica, El, and Max are all my kids. And the day most of them graduate from high school, we’ll all pile into that Winnebago and travel to the ocean. Although, we might need two.”

Eddie laughed. “That sounds amazing, Steve.”

Steve smiled back. “Doesn’t it just?”

***

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[minnielvr]

DIE FOR YOU - chapter 11 : "y/n asf"

"okay next question," hyunjin took another flash card, "at what age does the brain become fully mature?"

"oh easy, 25 years old." you answered.

hyunjin was currently helping you study for your psychology test for tomorrow, like he promised when he took you out. it was going well so far and there were no major distractions.

"ugghh y/n im bored." hyunjin threw the flashcards on the desk and whined.

"hey! do you think i want to do this right now too?"

"well then lets just not do it.."

"hyunjin i HAVE to study for this test, it makes up like 30% of my grade." in truth though, you've already studied way more than needed. maybe you were just looking for an excuse to spend more time with him.

"oh cmon y/n, we've done 50 flash card and you've been studying the whole week. lets just stop now hm?" he offered

"okay, fine. but what will we do now?" you didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want to be bored either.

"uhhh icecream?" he raised his brow

"hyunjin it's almost 1 in the morning nothing is open." you hit his head softly.

"OH I KNOW-" you covered his mouth, "hyunjin shut up!! you'll wake them up" you scolded him

"sorry sorry. anyway how about we dye my hair." he said with a grin on his face.

"im sorry what?" you blinked a couple of times.

"well im kinda getting bored of this red, most of my outfits don't match with it either." he started playing with it.

"but i love the red. its so...you"

"awwww well thank you cutie." he squished your cheeks and surprisingly, you let him.

"well where could we find hair dye right at this time of night? and what color?"

"im sure theres a 24 hour market here somewhere. and i want to do black." he went on his phone and googled up places nearby.

"well, lets go then. you sure about this?" you asked one last time.

he shrugged his shoulders, "i guess"

‿୨♡୧‿

you and hyunjin were now in the convenience store looking at the hair dye. you guys were arguing about wether he should get permanent or temporary.

"hyunjin if you get permanent then you don't like it how will you take it off?" you tried to reason with him

"y/n my natural hair color is black...i know how i look." he laughed at you.

"oh...well my bad i didn't know you before this." you crossed your arms, why is he laughing at you?

"awww it's cute how much you care, cmon lets go to checkout." he dragged you along.

"just for the record i don't care."

he just looked back at you and smiled. you guys were at the register and hyunjin payed, then you left to walk back.

‿୨♡୧‿

hyunjin was in your bathroom on a chair with a towel over his shoulders, while you were mixing up the dye.

you came behind him and looked at him in the mirror "you ready?"

"lets do it."

so you got to work, spreading the dye all over his bright red hair and on his roots. you guys made small talk while doing so, asking him about his friends and whatnot. soon you guys finished and let it dry for 30 minutes, it should've been for longer but he couldn't wait.

you took him back to the bathroom where he leaned his head over the tub so you could wash it. you reached out to his hair and started running your fingers through it messily while he sighed, saying it felt like a massage. you finished up quickly and didn't allow him to look in any mirrors until you finished cleaning.

you led him to your dresser and made him sit down in front of it while you kept a hand over his eyes.

"okay you can look in 3...2...1!! open!!" you raised your hand off his eyes.

"wowww it looks good" he started playing with his hair and styling it.

you guys talked for a bit after that while admiring his new hair, eating some snacks, and obviously not forgetting to take some pictures.

"omg hyunjin its 3 am you have to go home" you couldn't have him spend the night.

"awww whyyy?" he pouted and put his arms around you. lately he was getting very touchy, but you didn't mind.

you tried pushing him off, "because i have to sleep and so do you! i have a big day tomorrow"

"but if i walk in the house that late they'll all be suspicious..." he looked away from you, he forgot about the dare.

"so? just tell them you fucked someone or something." you shrugged while chewing on your granola bar, not thinking much of it.

"can i tell them i fucked y-" you put your hand over his mouth once again, "dont even think about it."

you walked him to the door and let him put on his shoes, then he faced you.

"well, thanks for everything tonight y/n. i hope we can do it again." he smiled at you.

he wants to do this again? with you? damn since when did you become so weak for guys.

"your welcome hyunjin, thanks for taking me out too, it was super fun. oh and studying" you started to remember the whole night.

he went in to give you a hug, so you returned it, squeezing him tight. but when he pulled away you gave him a little peck on his lips.

"g'night hyune" you smirked and pushed him out the door.

did you really just kiss hwang hyunjin? this must be a dream, you thought to yourself. as you turned around to walk back to your room, you were met with three faces right in front of you. so naturally, you screamed.

"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK???" all 3 of your friends screamed at once.

"oh. my. god. yunjin you were here the whole time?" you thought she was with keeho.

"well duh!! i wanted to hear all the details when you came back from dinner with hyunjin but apparently you guys had other plans." she crossed her arms.

"yea y/n, other plans. such as dying his hair." haerin also crossed her arms.

"and kissing him." now hanni crossed her arms.

"ugh guys it's not that big of a deal, come sit down. i'll explain everything"

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[adelarsims]

Hi, you are more than welcome to ignore especially if you have answered before and I missed it/it's elsewhere on your blog but can I please just ask how you get your CAS photos to look so incredibly clean? Especially around the edges, they're so smooth it's incredible. Thank you in advance, I really appreciate it! You inspire me so much tbh, everything you post is so beautiful. (Also also also the eyebags you released recently are my new gold standard and I use them for everything now tysm for sharing them) 🖤

thank you!

ok so here are a few tips, you don’t need to follow all of them, but if you like exactly my cas style, maybe some of them will help

1. edge smoothing. sorry for being obvious, but use either in-game anti-aliasing, or a smaa shader if you’re a reshade/gshade user, or you’ll get a pixelated staircase for the edges that will be hard to fix. if your PC doesn’t handle high graphics well and you play without edge smoothing, you can toggle it on temporarily just for taking a few good cas pictures and then turn it back off.

2. use MXAO. if you use reshades, use mxao shader for pictures, it's really a life changer. though i don't use it during the regular gameplay and only turn it on when i take pictures, because moving a lot with it is a visual overload for me.

3. but don’t overdo it with MXAO. seriously, don’t go all out with mxao. for a cleaner look shadows need to be delicate, just to overline shapes and give your sim more dimension. every time i tweaked my reshade presets, i made mxao even more thin and gentle and realized that it only got better.

4. background makes a huge difference. solid colors. in my personal opinion, grey gives the "cleanest" look (i said while still using my old dirty yellowish that i'm too lazy to find a replacement for). also, if i want to use black or white background, i make it a little darker than white and a little lighter than black, they look pretty much the same but will attack your eyes less (especially the white one).

5. CAS lighting makes a huge difference. maxis light isn't that bad, but cc lighting definitely give you more clean, crisp image. my personal favorite neutral one that i use by default is v2 by helgatisha. sometimes i use lightings with side highlights for more “rendered” look, but they aren’t always comfortable for everyday use and i only use them for specific pictures and then get back to my default neutral one.

6. shadow overlays. i mean cc that imitates shadows on sim's face, it gives sim's face so much dimension. there are spotlight v1 and v2 by simandy and lighting overlay v1 and v2 by joshseoh. i'd say josh's overlays are for fancy portrait pictures (they imitate a very strong light source from different angles, cool for sim photographers), and simandy's are more neutral. personally, i only use v2 by simandy, it's my holy grail and i don't take sim's pictures without it.

7. SRWE. it's a program that emulates having a bigger display resolution than your monitor can afford, meaning much better screenshot quality and cleanliness for small details. srwe can be a bit of a hassle to use for a lot of pics and most of the time i’m too lazy to use it and just take my regular small pixelated screenshots, but sometimes i want just one, but extra clean picture.

8. Topaz Clean 3 (photoshop). i don't usually edit my pictures and just drop them like whatever, mostly because i can't, but i make them sharper and cleaner with a gentle touch of topaz on very low strength.

#adelar ask

[gunilslaugh]

Could I request their reaction to you being gothic and loving the dark aesthetic please 🙏

Here you go! I hope that you enjoy it! :)

All members √ • – • √

Summary: How Xdinary Heroes are with a gothic significant other.

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Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunli

Gunil loves that you’re unapologetically you. Your gothic wardrobe tends to be eye-catching. It even earns you some judgemental looks, but that never bothers you and it amazes Gunil. You tend to be a bit more reserved and individualistic, so moments where you rely on him makes Gunil’s heart swarm. Any time he sees something with a dark/all black aesthetic it reminds him of you. He was walking on his way to the studio when he passed a black cat. He snapped a picture of it and sent it to you with the caption. “Look you two are twinning! (It reminded me of you)”. 

Jungsu

Jungsu finds your gothic style very interesting. He feels like before meeting you he has heard the term “gothic/goth” more jokingly rather than seriously, so knowing you had given him the opportunity to truly understand what goth culture is. He comes to really respect it. He’ll sometimes have you pick out his outfit for him, so the two of you can have matching dark aesthetics. He loves to take photos together with you on those days or even just in general. If you are into poetry he will write you little poems. Either sending them to you by text or writing them on sticky notes.

Gaon/Jiseok

Jiseok loves having a gothic significant other. It’s very fun for him. Once he stuck a bright neon yellow shirt into your all black closet and thought that it was the funniest thing. The unimpressed and slightly mad face you looked at him with upon seeing the shirt is something he won’t forget. He tries to get you to wear the shirt too, saying you should give color a chance. That’s just fun and games though on a serious note he does respect you and your gothicness. He’ll listen to the bands that you like and even recommend some new ones to you.

O.de/Seungmin

You being gothic is what caught his attention first. It made him want to get to know you and he’s so glad that he did. You will occasionally refer to him as your honorary goth boyfriend, since he does have some likes and qualities of the goth culture. He will have you paint his nails black for him and he will do the same for you. It takes him longer than it would if you just painted them yourself, but you don’t mind. You like the warmth that radiates from his hands as he carefully paints your nails.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

Hyeonjun finds a liking to the gothic style. Meaning that he also likes your gothic style and admires it. He really takes an interest in your accessories and often borrows them from you. Whether it’s rings, bracelets, or necklaces he likes them all. Will buy you two matching accessories that you both can wear together. Hyeongjun will make note of your favorite songs and secretly learn how to play them on his guitar. Then he will just randomly play them for you. The brightest simple breaks out on his face about how happy you got over him playing your favorite song(s).

Jooyeon

At first he didn’t understand the full meaning of what being goth/gothic was. After you explained it to him, it fascinated him. The first time he opened your closet he was stunned. It was black, it almost looked like nothing was in there, just one big shadow. If he feels like being funny he will come to you dressed in bright, vibrant colors, completely contrasting your bright aesthetic. He makes it his goal to see you wear something colorful. He enjoys listening to the music that you like and sharing songs with you, but sometimes those songs are completely out of pocket like Orange Caramel Catallena.

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Finally-official-devlog #112

Also known as FOD112 hi-ho, Wudge here.

Gosh there's just. So much. I'm actually drafting this devlog a few days early so that I'm not suddenly overwhelmed on devlog Tuesday again. But without further ado-

This is the big cheese right here -- each character has their own layer, each character's clothes and expressions have their own layers, and there's a separate layer for the soft orange lighting on top of it all. 😭

On that note, here's most of the individual image files that create the CG with their powers (and my code) combined:

And since this is a cropped version of a BIGGER CG (featuring ALL the love interests sitting together), I had to tinker with the position code a great deal to properly feature these three goons Of course it was worth it of course twas merely at the cost of all my energy and sanity at the prospect of eventually possibly also adding in blinks and expression changes--

Mad props as usual to the sweetwonderfulamazing Remnantation who first completed this CG -checks watch- sometime last year! With some additional edits by me since then~

And, did you happen to notice something new in the lower right?

Tadah... a brand new click-to-continue icon animation! I made (mostly) all by myself! The lil sparkle burst is free from production crate, but I drew the star and added the rotation code... ... Honestly, the hardest and most time-consuming part of this was finalizing the design. Originally I was gonna make it rotate 45 degrees, flip, rotate 45 more degrees, flip, etc-- and messed with that concept for several hours before scrapping it for a simpler, more graceful idea. :| Part of the process, I gots to tell myself, part of the process...

Next up is Jade's powers, as you may have seen in the preview last week. Much like the CTC animation, I did a lot of research on other ideas - various glowing VFX like vertical veins across the cheeks and smoky rising from the eyes, as well as a bigger low opacity character zoom effect - before settling on something simple. Jade's power usage here is... pretty mild in context, and I figure I can always store the more dramatic animations for later in the story.

Here's a still of the effect btw:

Her eyes look like headlights lmaooo. Honk honk!

Do I have more to update with? Believe it or not, yes.

I made some icons, which took a fair amount of trial and error: on the left you'll see an earlier draft, on the right are my more final redesigns from the same day(...night. midnight. I worked on these until midnight).

I had to look up some guidelines because most of my previous icons did NOT look good or legible when sized down to 50x50 pixels. What I learned was, tadah, I had to draw with an unprecedented line width of 200 pixels! (For non-artists: I typically draw with a pen width of 12 pixels at most).

I also studied the icon styles of Persona 5, which saved me a lot of time - they had a cool stylistic choice of diagonally tilted color blocks and thick black outlines.

Here's yet another gif of icons in action...

Did you see them? Did you?? For a split second, in the upper right.... Still gotta adjust some of the text overlap, don't look at that.

Oh and the "How to play" page is brand new. I coded it from scratch... That also took all night...

... Oh. Oh. And remember your MC's phone?

This old thing? Yeah. Visual upgrade:

Also rendered and colored in by Rem <3 Where would I be without them...!

The text, though, can be updated in code!!!! I spliced the phone into layers, with the screen on top and code-generated text just below it, so I can update the caller ID at any point in-game without making any new images.

Took a little while to get it to work... honestly it doesn't look 100% centered... but it's fine. This is fine...

And then... more code. After much tears, blood and strife, I got a musical crossfade to work. It shouldn't have been challenging but it was a nightmare -- when calling the crossfade the second track would either not play at all or its volume wouldn't change and I was starting to develop a preference for eating gravel. But I persisted, found a much simpler code that actually works. After the tearsbloodstrife.

And...... lastly... I simplified this big block of code:

vbox: pos (269, 76) add "sprites/MC/mc[mc_number].png" hbox: if mc_number ==1: text "DEFAULT" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==2: text "LAVENDER" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==3: text "PETUNIA" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==4: text "SUNFLOWER" style "MC_label_text" else: text "TBD" style "MC_label_text"

...(not properly indented bc tumblr is mean 2 me)...

down to these lines, to make my future life easier:

default PrintMC = ["Default", "Lavender", "Petunia", "Sunflower", ""]

text PrintMC[mc_number] style "MC_label_text"

Two!!! lines!!!!!

🎊

Instead of typing out additional if/else lines, I only need to add new names to the PrintMC list. Won't really affect the player at all, but it's a HUGE quality of life update for me!

...Anyway that's it, thank you for checking in. <3

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

PS screw it I'm gonna queue post this early.

PPS have you listened to our composer's new single yet? No?!?!?!

Every click, every listen helps, and every song of his is a BOP that deserves recognition!

ok that's all for real now xoxoxo,

wudge (again)

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[utahlive]

im sorry utah nation. I played videos game instead of working on an episode,, orz

on an unrelated note, I wanted to ask: does anyone have any tumblr themes or ways to make posts chronological? We have roughly 150 episodes of UtahLIVE, and although most of them can be read out of order, there is a timeline (plus it would be more convenient for new readers. Ive gotten a lot of asks about topics or scenarios that have already been answered). If there are any tutorials/themes/tips let me know via DMs or ask box!

additionally:

LETS GOOOOO!!! This is insane! 4000 people... thats roughly twice the size of the student body at my school. I dont know how many of you guys are porn bots, but im still going to take this W. I feel like I should do something special? People usually do community events for milestones I think so if you have ideas let me know?? Otherwise I’ll have something fun to post in the next week.

+ some quick q&a below

avoiding potential lawsuits 🙏

I know this one is meant for Wilbur, but alas thats just how I draw eyes. Sorry my art style gave your fave character cataracts. yeah its permanent. no sorry we cant fix it. um. insurance doesnt cover the surgery so hes like that forever. yeah. sorry

(i do like to mess with how I draw eyes, but the white color is a stylistic choice)

its a psycho-competitive relationship that can be construed to be romantic (but it's not explicit). obviously

anon im holding your hand so tenderly and lovingly. it means a lot that people like my art! more than I can say, which is why ive been trying to figure out how to answer this ask for the past like... two+ weeks since you sent it in! Im probably gonna hold off on sharing my other accounts for a few reasons (there might be some people who already know my other blogs which is fine idc welcome to my twisted mind etc im just not going to advertise them here). My main blog is basically a spam blog where I dont tag anything. I dont really post original art and my fandom art is few and far between. 90% of my work just goes in discord DMs or servers 💀 I think the main reason though-and this may or may not make sense to some of you-is that I don’t want your opinion of me to change how you view the story. This is a super specific example, but for all my fic readers out there: have you ever joined an authors server, and then after meeting them you feel a bit odd about the fic since the creator isnt exactly the person you thought them to be (not necessarily in a good or bad way)? That’s exactly what I don’t want happening with this blog. Basically: Nooo what if you find out about me as a person and realize im cringeeee aaaaa [image of the werewolf transformation (you know the one)] That being said, we’ll see how things go, I guess! At the very least, I’ll probably put my socials out when I’m done here (we got a ways to go before that happens though, so dont even start to worry about that) that was a lot of text for one answer. yeesh 😬 sorry about that

#utahlive #4th wall break #im a creep. im a weirdo #it is crazy as hell to see blogs and artists I really admire following this account #(image of the guy at the party) they dont know we're mutuals #also for the tntduo romantic ask; the implied answer there is that its up to you #I do have my own interpretation and canon but I know not everyone agrees so Im not gonna make it obvious one way or another #sorry for so many non-answer posts the past few days

[chuunardo]

Made this as a lil gift for my friend! (her birthday is coming up soon!)

She absolutely adores Genshin and is an avid player of the game!

Anywhizzle the line art for this absolutely took me out. A solid two hours spent on just the sketch and line art alone. Genshin characters has so many details within their outfits and such, as difficult and time consuming as it is to draw them the end game is very rewarding. Will I fully color this? Who knows. I think the solid color style looks good on its own.

These two, Dr. Riot (I think that's his name) and Alhaitham, are currently her favorite characters. They seem like very cool characters from what I've seen online and heard from her. Also idk if I got their heights right. If I'm correct, Dr. Riot seems to be fairly new-ish (I've only seen like a teaser video) so there isn't really any official thing saying how tall he is. Also from what I gathered, Alhaitham seems to be a tall fellow so naturally I made him the tall one lol. I personally don't play Genshin–I play Cookie Run Kingdom (slay). Though this isn't the first time I drew genshin characters, I drew some Kaeya fanart last year for my friend's birthday as well.

Anyways I hope yall enjoy this drawing! I'm using this as an excuse to post on here more lol!! Thankfully my friend ain't on Tumblr so she'll never see this >:)

#fanart #genshin impact #genshin fanart #genshin impact dr riot #dr riot #genshin impact alhaitham #alhaitham #dr riot fanart #alhaitham fanart #birthday gift #lesh go

[hellspawnmotel]

What’s going on in project sekai. You make it looks so interesting!

oh uhhhh well. before you get your hopes up some of the stuff i drew is just edgy aus i made with a friend theres no blood or magical girl stuff its mostly just teenager drama. but anyway heres the deal

(disclaimer it is a mobile gacha game and those are predatory and addictive etc so yknow uh. use caution. imo though its extremely playable without having to pay any extra money)

project sekai/colorful stage is a vocaloid rhythm game where you unlock visual novel style stories about five different teen music groups who work through various problems and issues.... and also hatsune miku and her friends are there to mentor them. its got tons of vocaloid songs to play through, most with covers by the voice actors of the cast if you so choose, as well as a lot of songs made for the game, and even if you dont read the story stuff its just a really fun rhythm game. i play it basically every day lol

the groups are as follows:

-leo/need is four estranged childhood friends who desperately want to be together again but have to work through their highschool drama first, through starting a rock band

-(i havent actually read through more more jump or vivid bad squad so i cant give a good summary but theyre an idol group and street musicians respectively)

-wonderlandsxshowtime is a ragtag little group of clowns attempting to revive an old themepark stage and become famous as a theater troupe, with lots of goofs and hijinks

(suicide tw incoming)

-nightcord at 25:00 is my favorite group and the one ive done the most art for, theyre the only ones who are already an established band at the beginning of their story and theyre actually doing pretty well in terms of making music and gaining popularity, the issue is theyre all suicidal and have massive psychological problems. the main story focuses mostly on when one of the girls decides to, yknow, "disappear", and the others have to come together to try and save her. as you can probably tell theyre the group with the darkest story by far but also the best in my opinion. theyre so fucked up and i love them. also one of the members is (canonically) transfem nb so thats cool

so if any of that sounds interesting, give it a shot i guess?? i feel weird encouraging my follower base to play a gacha game lol so just be mindful. i started playing it just bc its a vocaloid rhythm game and im not good at project diva and i didnt really expect to get invested in the new characters but here i am. its also introduced me to a lot of voca songs i didnt know before which is always a plus!

#im nowhere near caught up with the story stuff but i still love my kids. especially n25 #every time i play a section of theirs im like 'these characters are too messed up and cool to be in a gacha game' #'they need to be in some kind of psychological horror or something thats where you belong'

[kickingitwithkirk]

Snow Globes and Forgiveness

Summary: Even though Chucks no longer creating the narrative, it’s not a Winchester Christmas till something goes wrong.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3194

Warnings: wincest, cursing, m/m kissing, frottage, my attempt at flangst

For: @thepromiscuousduck @spnfanficpond Secret Santa exchange 2023

A/N: set after 15.19 & in this AU 15.20 doesn’t happen

A/N II: Apologies to all other participants for taking so long. Between a last minute switch, couldn’t rewrite until after new year & had a rebound of a bad respiratory virus that’s keep me mostly offline last few weeks.

A/N III: once again, brevity doesn’t exist in my vocabulary

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*gif credit to creator

Sam Winchester has never been big on the holidays.

Let’s start with a specific Halloween party and his disastrous bobbing for apples incident involving a girl he liked. Then there was that one Thanksgiving he’d been invited to by another girl who turned out to have hands like an octopus and spent the whole dinner, as his brother so eloquently put it, playing footsie with brace-face, not three feet from her dad.

Not to mention, others celebrated, or not, Winchester style; his dad either missed it entirely or showed up with a bucket of extra crispy from the colonel and passed out on a couch. The best was that one Christmas before Dean went to hell a few months later.

But this year was going to be different.

They’d been adjusting to normality reasonably well. Okay, so Dean is the one adjusting better in some respects and said since it’s the brothers' first non-Chuck Christmas, they had to make it extra special. Sam knows this was Dean’s way of trying to make up for all the shitty holidays during their childhood. And knowing his brother, he’s envisioning emulating Mrs. Butters, the wood nymph they accidentally released in the bunker, Jam Packed holiday extravaganza she’d done those few weeks before leaving.

While Dean was getting the tree (Sam would’ve bet more likely grabbing the first one he saw before hitting the liquor store), he sent Sam to pick out ornaments. Sam was trying to make an effort and found himself standing in the middle of a smaller retail chain store's Christmas section, overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices and feeling like a freak for not knowing what to get outside lights and colorful balls.

“First Christmas together?”

Sam’s head swiveled around, “Umm, I’m sorry?” The person who spoke said, “You’ve got that whole I’ve got no freaking idea what I’m doing look, so I took a guess it’s your first Christmas with your girlfriend…wife?”

“Uh, no, no girlfriend or wife.”

“Ahh, boyfriend.” Sam was about to correct their assumption when they continued, “That can be trickery,” and gave him the once over. “I’m guessing he’s not into frills and bows. You should head to the Christmas Market two blocks south of here. There are always booths selling unique or vintage items for the Holiday. Probably find something more appealing than this mass-produced crap.”

After one more glance, Sam thanked them and texted Dean where to meet up with him later, then headed out of the storefront and strolled down the street. He soon hears jolly holiday music and smells enticing scents wafting before entering the colorfully illuminated European style Market and is hit with the sense he’d been here before.

Sam shook his head, feeling ridiculous. Of course, he’d never been here before, but something about this place kept nagging at his memories of familiarity when the irresistible scent of hot, minty chocolate beckoned. After indulging in a creamy, decadent drink decorated with a soft peppermint stick, he walked around, taking in the wares for sale.

At one booth, he found strands of original bubble lights and instantly knew they’d appeal to Dean and his oft-denied inner child; another yielded hand-strung garlands and got popcorn and cranberry ones with instructions on storing them for future use. Sometime later, Sam is laden with so many packages and bags that even his long arms are having trouble juggling them when he sees an elderly woman seated by a table with a simple stand of lights.

The hunter in him was always looking for anything unusual which fit the bill. Smiling politely at the woman when approaching, Sam studied the few antique-looking items and decided they seemed innocuous and relaxed. He spotted an old snow globe, picked it up, and sardonically smiled at how it looked diminutive in his large hand and began examining it.

Sam took time to appreciate its craftsmanship. Its base was silver with hand-worked engravings and an inscription in a language he didn’t recognize. Giving it a shake, Sam watched the artificial snow gently drift over a scene of a log cabin snugly ensconced among evergreens and bare-limbed trees. He got that feeling again. Impulsively, he asked how much he was surprised not to have to haggle over the price.

Carefully taking the globe in her gnarled hands, the woman told Sam that it was crafted in the country of her birth but didn’t specify where. She carefully inserted it into an equally old wooden box, telling him it was explicitly constructed to house the globe to keep it safe during its travels. Sam hears rumbling and glances around, spotting an old pickup parking not far off, and turns back to find the woman has disappeared.

Frowning, he placed the box in a bag, gathered up the rest of his purchases, walked to the waiting vehicle, deposited the items in the crowded truck bed, and then climbed in noticed Dean peering through the cab's back window, “Couldn’t find any more stuff, Sam?” “Couldn’t find a bigger tree, Dean?” His brother says nothing while backing the truck up, “Good thing I got all that to decorate it with then.”

Dean grunted as he set his end into the tree stand and, catching his breath, huffed out, “This would’ve been the time to use some of those witchy tricks, Sam.”

“Or maybe a good time to start working out more and cut back on the burgers and pie?” Sam shot back. “Wadda you talking about?” Dean snapped defensively, “I’m in great shape!” Sam gives him bitchface and says, “Keep telling yourself that Dean.“

Squatting down to affix the supports to the tree, Sam continues. ”You got winded just carrying this down the stairs. We have to face it: neither of us is getting any younger. We had this conversation not long after dealing with Chuck. Yes, we’ll enjoy the everyday things we couldn’t before. But if we’re doing something or on a hunt and get seriously injured, Cas isn’t here to help. And you know Jack is hands-off, so we’ve ….”

“Whatever, Sam.” Dean interrupted, unsuccessfully tamping down his that hurt but not gonna acknowledge it look. “I’m going to take my out-of-shape self and get the rest of the stuff from the car. Unless you’re worried I might, I don’t know, fall and break a hip.”

“Dean, that’s not what I,” but his brother just left, and Sam sighed, knowing he’d put his foot in it again, trying not to express his true feelings. Since they got their freedom from the manipulations of heaven, hell, and all the other things that went bump in the night, the feelings he’d buried and thought were over had come back.

Before he said yes to Lucifer, Dean acknowledged Sam was an adult, and he needed to stop being overprotective. But there is a part, deep down, in both Winchesters that is psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent. That part in Sam is one hundred percent positive that if Dean found out, he’d be so disgusted by what a perverted freak he indeed was forcing Dean would cut him out of his life forever.

The bunker's door banged shut, and at the bottom of the stairs, Sam paused on the last tread, watching the scene playing out before him in the war room.

“Oh, come on,” Dean grumbles at an ornament, refusing to stay on a branch of the mostly decorated tree. He lets it go, and it begins coming off again. “That’s it, I’m getting my gun.”

Sam couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “Maybe I should’ve gotten some floaters and air fresheners instead?” He can see Dean mulling over that memory, “They were great.” Peering over at his brother, he asks, “Where did you disappear to? Thought you were going to help.”

Sam held up a grocery bag, “A peace offering? I know you aren’t going to change your habits, but I'm hoping we can compromise, at least when we’re not hunting. It’s 90% lean beef, and the pie,” Dean's whole face lit up, “Is made with almond flour and natural sourced sugar.”

Trading the wayward ornament for the bag, Dean states, “You deal with this,” Sam shakes his head when he hears, “Meatman coming to town” and sets about finishing the tree.

After cleaning up, the brothers sit in the library, drinking beer and watching an old Christmas movie playing on a laptop, when Dean casually inquires, “So what’s with the box?” Sam frowned before realizing he meant and remembered leaving the item sitting by the displayed swords. “It’s ahh, well,” Sam stammers as he retrieves the box, sets it on the table, and lifts the wooden lid. Dean raised an eyebrow at the contents, “Something you need to tell me, Samantha?” he snarks, removing the snow globe.

“I’m not sure why, but I'm drawn to it.” Dean frowned at his brothers' words and took a closer look. “What’s the saying?” He asked, pointing to an inscription on the base. “Not sure. I think it's a form of an older Germanic dialect. I was going to translate it later.”

Since nothing is screaming cursed object, Dean shakes it, making the snow swirl before setting it on the table, picking up his beer, and resuming watching the movie. He could feel Sam suspiciously eyeballing him asks, “What, Sam?” But Sam simply sighed, knowing his brother wouldn’t let it go. And sure enough…

“Did Santa ask if you were a good boy this year?”

Sam glances around trying to figure out where he’s at since a moment ago he was in the laundry and now starting at his decades younger self reclining against a headboard reading he hears his, their, name and watches himself huff in displeasure and getting up proceeds to trip over his own feet.

Following himself down a wood-paneled hallway, they enter a shabbily furnished living room, and spots his brother watching his younger self standing by a wood-burning kitchen stove. “Dean?” Turning, green eyes boggle, seeing Sam standing next to his own younger visage.

“What the hell you’d do, Sam?” Dean’s gravelly voice snapped and got Sam’s back up. “What makes you think I had anything to do with this?!” Dean looks at their younger doppelgängers arguing about something when young Sam stomps to a rickety kitchen table, plopping down on an equally rickety chair, crossing his arms, and glaring at its sacred top.

“Man, I forgot how bad your emoing could get,” Dean offhandedly commented, returning his attention to his brother, eyes hooded. “You were working in the library, so it's not hard to deduce you deciphered some curse cause now,” chucking his thumb toward the window, “We’re in the damn snow globe!”

Sam shot off bitchface #37, “It’s not a curse! I determined the words are an idiom. Слова не воробьи, как только они улетели, их уже не поймать.”

“Can you put that in English for those who don’t speak geek?”

“Words are not sparrows; once they have flown they cannot be recaptured.”

Dean got his running it over in my brain expression, “Yeah, I got nothing.” Sam concurred, “It didn’t make sense to me at first. But then I found a maker's mark hidden in the engravings. The records said they were a tradesman and spiritual alchemist.”

“What do idiot words have to do with Nicolas Flamel?” Sam's lips pursed, “Idiom Dean. And you know who Nicholas Flamel was?”

“Yeah, college boy, he created the philosopher's stone, turning metal into gold and some immortality elixir.” Sam waited. “He was in that Harry Potter movie, alright? What does that have to do with why we were here?”

“Okay, hear me out. Spiritual alchemy believers follow various paths to achieve the same goal, believing that, like metal, one’s soul can be transformed through stages of purification.” Sam began explaining the stages, and by the third, Dean heard enough.

“You're saying all the crap we’ve dealt with from heaven to hell has done some kinda colonic on our souls.” Sam began to speak, “Shut up, I’m on a role here. And if we take that idiom literally, one or both of us said something wrong and the idiom-alchy-snow globe Ghost of Christmas Past us to complete this whatever stage with an apology?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Great! Let’s figure out where here is, get to apologizing and the hell outta this glass ball.” Spying a discarded newspaper Dean tries picking up found he isn’t corporal. “Seriously?” Tipping his head sideways, he says, “Okay, December 22, 1999. We’re in Michigan..or Wisconsin?”

“Dean, what if it's something so bad there’s no way we can ask for forgiveness?”

That response made Dean's eyes narrow. “Sam, you need to tell me something?” His brother shook his head, but every warning signal in Dean was blaring like the bunker klaxon. He’d bet his entire collection of Busty Asian Beauties that Sam knew why that damn snow globe sent them here, but he was keeping it to himself for reasons.

Dean decided to hold his cards and play ignorant for a while longer. “Dude, what haven’t we done and forgiven each other for?”

Turning his attention to their younger selves made Dean feel a sense of nostalgia, missing how less complicated their lives seemed, even with the daily dose of Sam Winchester teen angst, which he always made up for.

Like now, offering to buy hot chocolate and giant pretzels triggered a memory, and the next moment, Dean was among a crowd wandering through the lighted tunnel entrance, following the loop by the salute to the armed forces towards the live reindeer exhibit.

“I remember this!” Dean exclaimed, “Dad left us in Somerset, Wisconsin, and were you all pissy ‘cause I kept giving you crap about this place’s name- Sam’s Christmas Village.”

“What else do you remember, Dean?”

They make a pit stop at the concessions, and while Sam is paying, Dean pulls out his flask, adding a double dollop to Sam’s. The kid needed to loosen up, then exchanged the cup for a pretzel with a smirk.

“This was the first time we got drunk together. Man, you were hilarious! Kept bugging me to go sledding,” Deans said, “And you fell off halfway down and laid there trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.” Surrounded by softly falling snow tinted in hues of blues, greens, and reds, the brothers experience a memory trace of what happened that night.

Laughter fills the air as Dean staggers over, flopping on his back next to Sam, smiling at him when Sam’s expression changes and Sam leans over, his eyes' kaleidoscope colors disappearing into thin rings around dilated dark pupils as his fingertips caress the smooth, cinnamon-freckled skin and plush lips he was aching for when Dean pulled him tightly against him, noticing an unmistakable hard bulge pressing into his upper thigh as Sam instinctively started rocking his hips, seeking friction for his growing hard-on.

Dean feels his cock straining inside his jeans, slides one arm around Sam’s waist, another reaching behind him to cradle the back of his skull, angles his mouth up so he can drive his tongue into Sam’s mouth, feeling him suck on it with a sharp pull that shoots straight to his cock when wolf whistles from sledders passing by startled them caused Dean to bolt upright and dump Sam onto his butt.

Abruptly getting up, Dean grabbed the ropes of both sleds and dragged them downhill, leaving his brother perplexed. Scrambling to his feet, Sam rushes after, inquiring what happened, but Dean only responds that they need to head out before the roads ice over too much. The silent intensity of the drive back is broken only by music playing through the Impala’s speakers. Sam initially thinks Dean is concentrating on the road due to his intoxication. But Dean’s chewing his bottom lip signals he’s upset, and the knot in Sam’s stomach tells him to stay quiet.

Shutting the cabin door, Sam opens his mouth to speak, but Dean beats him to it, saying he overstepped boundaries that shouldn’t have been and won’t let it happen again. In a panic, Sam blurts out how his strange feelings for years were crystal clear.

“I love you, Dean, and want us to be together…like together together.” Dean shakes his head, “It’s the whiskey making you talk nonsense.” Sam’s stubborn streak surfaces, infuriating Dean, who shoves him back against the door and shouts in his face.

“Stop acting like a freak and go sleep it off!”

Sam feels like an ice pick is entering the base of his skull, and his stomach twists, knowing he’s the reason the person he cares most about in the entire world; he cares about more than himself is reacting like this, watching Dean disappear down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door shut. He fucked up royally, and suddenly his life was a mess when it seemed all was about to align an hour ago, making Sam wants to scream, to throw up.

Moving on autopilot, Sam shuts his room door, grabs his duffel, and haphazardly throws his belongings into it. Then, opening the window, he slips out and trudges back to town, heading for the bus station. By the time he arrives, his feet are so numb he shuffles across the linoleum flooring to the counter, setting most of his hoarded money down asked for the furthest distinction it’ll take him.

A short time later, the bus pulls out onto the main highway heading west as Sam leans against his window, wondering how everything outside seems so normal when his world has imploded. Dean turns his attention from the younger visage before him to the mature man beside him.

“This is why you ran away to Flagstaff.”

“You were right about me being a freak all along.”

Dean shakes his head, “No, Sam, it was my fault. I tried so hard to keep what I felt hidden, but that night..,” Sam's burst of laughter made Dean bark, “You think that’s funny?”

Eyes that never settled their color, hardened by the decades of horrors they’d lived through, were now gazing at him with unworldliness a thirteen-year-old Dean, after confirming everything in their dad’s journal was true, helplessly watched flame out like dying embers.

“No, Dean. The snow globe brought us back for the dissolution stage, dissolving false beliefs. We’ve been at cross purposes all these years for the same reason, each of us thinking we are the problem and the only way out is to no longer deny our feelings.”

Lifting his hand, Sam hesitated to let his fingertips explore the older, but still, so much loved, freckled skin again when Dean shifted, reaching his still-strong hand to cradle the back of his brother’s skull, angling his mouth up and breathed out against his lips.

“Sammy, we’re good.”

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl

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